Huey, Dewey, and Louie's minds now floated somewhere between when they were five and six years old. They were seated around a table, each with a different hat on their heads. They were huddled together as they watched their mother pace worryingly across the floor. She was ringing her hands. "I can't do this. I can't!" she said to herself as Huey stood up.
"It's alright mom. We could get jobs." Huey said.
"Yeah. We could work for the money." Louie said as he popped his thumb out of his mouth.
"Please stop worrying mother." Dewey said as he grabbed her skirts.
"It isn't that." His mother said as she patted him on the head. "It is much worse." She gathered her sons together and hugged them. "Mommy is going away for a while. When I am gone, you will have to take care of yourself. Please, promise you will keep safe." She started to cry.
"We will, mother." The ducks said together. The lights went out and their mother grew pale. She got up and walked stiffly to the door. She opened it and was enveloped by a cloud of darkness. She was gone within the blink of an eye. The ducks cried as they now realized their mother had been taken by the Nightmare. She was gone forever.
Mickey rode quickly up the ridge. He looked out into the marsh and dismounted. He drew his sword as Minnie jumped down beside him. "Stay close. I can feel him."
"I can as well." Minnie said as she took out both her gun and sword. She ran into a hollow tree and took aim out of a hole. Mickey rolled behind a log and jumped over it. He stealthily waded along, keeping a clever eye on his surroundings. He felt something crawl behind him. He turned and was sucked under.
Minnie saw it and fired her pistol. It bounced off of a rock. She felt the log lift into the air and she was dragged under. Both were lost in the marsh and the ducks were starting to recover back at the castle. They were heading for one final stop on their trip down memory lane, their training days and Aunt Maria's visit.
