So, on to the next chapter! I think I ended this chapter in the right place...(smiling devil emoticon here)
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The Nightmare that Came on that Fifth Night
Again, like the past two nights, Phineas noticed that Isabella was moving around and clenching her eyelids together, and again he tried to wake her up with shaking and a light slap on the cheek.
But this time, something really got his attention.
Isabella extended her right arm slightly, and began repeating softly, then louder, "No…no…no! Phineas!"
Phineas' eyes grow at the sound of this. He was slightly frightened and greatly concerned, and tried desperately to wake up Isabella, but he heard footsteps and had to hide in the invisible wardrobe. The bedroom door opened.
"Isabella?" Mrs. Shapiro asked. She turned on the light and came over to Isabella's bed. She shook Isabella with a bit more roughness than Phineas and slapped her on the cheek a bit harder, too.
"Huh…wha-Phin!-Mom?"
"Phin-are you OK?"
"I'm fine, just a bad dream."
"Oh…are you sure you'll be fine?"
"Yes, Mom."
"OK, then. Sleep well."
"Goodnight, Mom."
"Goodnight, Isabella." With those words, Mrs. Shapiro turned off the bedroom light and closed the door. Phineas stepped out of the wardrobe when he was sure that the coast was clear. He didn't seem happy; rather, a curious blend of anger and concern.
"OK, that's it. Izzy, I love you, and I can't stand to see you be tortured by your nightmares. And two of these dreams, I think, involved me. Can you please tell me what's going on?"
Isabella sighs. Her expression conveys a solemn resignation. "You're right, and you deserve to know, so here goes…"