After his phone conversation with Clyde, Lincoln finds himself on his bed, unable to sleep. His emotions are up to its uncontrollable. One may blame early prepubescence for the escalation of his emotions. But it is merely crossing the line of love and infatuation that falls to that category.

Lincoln is still an innocent kid with a lot to learn and a lot to understand. But his early teenage curiosity gets the best of him. And his sisters are not helping matters either.

Ergo, Lori, after hearing the fact that Lincoln is "in love with" Ronnie Anne, feels the joy in heart, again. She could almost squirm aloud from this news. Though, she, along with her sisters, tends to squirm whenever she hears that Lincoln is meeting/or in love with another girl. But much like Lincoln, her expressions are nearly uncontrollable that she has to wait for everyone else to sleep to blurt all her squealing.

"YES! YES! LITERALLY YES! Lincoln is in love with Ronnie Anne! I'm the proudest sister ever!"

Her squealing sort of shakes the Loud House that it distracts Mr. and Mrs. Loud from getting a good night's rest.

"Ughh…is Lori squealing again?" Rita utters to her husband.

"Probably won a one-year supply of chocolate…" Lynn Sr. mutters while he is at deep sleep.

Rita groans, trying to get back to sleep.

Lori keeps squealing. But for some reason, even with thin walls inside the house, her squealing does not reach upstairs.

Back at Lincoln, he browses his phone again, waiting for Ronnie Anne to go online. To that point, Ronnie Anne has yet to read Lincoln's last message: "Yeah, see ya! You know, it was great talking to you. I really need a friend by my shoulder. Here's to us." Lincoln is afraid of what Ronnie Anne might think of this message. For him, it sounds more cavalier than friendly. His worry nerves get the best of him; he could not tell if it is simply worrying or falling in love again with a girl who bullied him in his school. Nevertheless, he just needs a friend.

He mumbles to himself, "Ronnie Anne, if there's any way you could go online now, please let it be now. Please!"

Until now, she has yet to go online in the messaging app, much to Lincoln's frustration.

Lincoln tries his best to bring himself to sleep, to no avail. He tries a lot of sleeping positions, but they do not work. He beats himself in the head, but it does not work. He attempts to sleep comfortably on the floor, but it does not work. He uses Lisa's knockout ray, but it does not work. And he hits himself with a pile of comic books on his head, but it does not work. All of his attempts to sleep do not work. (Though, five minutes of sleep counts as a success for him.)

This brings the absolute frustration for Lincoln that he wants to burst out, but could not, due to others hearing him. So, he screams all of his frustrations to his pillows. "UGHHHHHHHHHH! Why can't I sleep?! Ronnie Anne Santiago, please get out of my head!"

After that venting, he drops himself back to bed, still hopeless. He then shifts his to his right to see his cellphone with the screen faced down. Lincoln is unsure if he should attempt to check out Ronnie Anne or not. His escalating feelings are the main causes why he cannot sleep. So, falling for her would really get in the way. Nevertheless, Lincoln never blinks twice, and he snatches his phone to check back on the messaging app. To his absolute surprise, at 3:24 AM, Ronnie Anne Santiago is online. He is unsure if she really is online or she just left her messaging application active.

To confirm, he messages her: "Hey…" He waits for the next eight minutes to wait if she replies or not, or if the app confirm to have "Seen" the message or not.

But judging by the three-dotted moving icon, Ronnie Anne has not only seen the message, but is replying to it.

"Still up, ey?" she replies.

"Yeah dunno why," Lincoln immediately replies.

"Let me guess? Coffee."

"You know I am not a fan of coffee. But I guess so."

"That makes sense, being awake by coffee without drinking coffee."

"How about you? Why are still up this late?"

"Finishing my game. Trying to finish an entire level of Splinter Cell. Didn't look at the time though."

"Oh, haven't tried playing Splinter Cell."

"You should. It's kinda fun."

"Next time. I have a lot of things going on in my head."

"Like what?"

Lincoln is unable to answer her question. It almost feels like he is concerned for being confronted of his true motives: to find company from a true opposite like Ronnie Anne. He can feel his finger twitching, trying to find answer before it is too late for her to reply. There are a lot of loopholes available for him to pick. But he could not find any. Instead, Lincoln answers, "I had a nightmare."

Immediately, Ronnie Anne replies, "A nightmare, you say?"

Confidently, Lincoln replies, "Yes."

"Would you like to talk about it?"

"I think I would like to voice it out than keep it to myself."

"Do you want me to call? Or you call me?"

"I'll call you."

With that arrangement, Lincoln picks up his laptop and opens the messaging app from there. He switches on the built-in camera and dials to Ronnie Anne's account. While waiting for her to respond, he makes cocoa for himself. At that period, Lori must have retreated to the bedroom. But Lincoln does not mind it and takes his hot mug to his room for a sip. He places his cocoa beside his laptop that was placed on his desk.

Speaking of which, Ronnie Anne picks up Lincoln's call, and they properly set their video-call.

"Hey Ronnie Anne!" Lincoln happily greets his best friend outside Royal Woods.

The 11-year-old sees the young senorita lying on her bed, looking towards the camera lens of her phone. "Lame-o, this is kinda new. Calling me in the middle of the night."

"Well, I couldn't blame the weather here."

"Is it cold there?"

"Oh yes, it definitely is."

"Then why I don't see you shivering?"

"Maybe you just don't feel me shivering."

"Should I really feel your skin shivering?"

"Maybe…" Lincoln stutters from that statement.

"How are you?"

"Great. Just great…after that nightmare. Maybe I should not have taken coffee."

"I thought you're not a fan of coffee?"

"I am not. But it doesn't mean I couldn't drink coffee. Big difference."

"Alright. Soothe yourself."

At that point, Lincoln feels the need to extend conversation even more. His sight of Ronnie Anne triggers his attraction more and more. He could not explain how much he wants to bond with Ronnie Anne. But, seeing the level of their friendship (or relationship), he really someone reliable, other than Clyde. (Or someone to love.)

"It was terrible you know. Losing someone when they are being consumed by figurative monsters. Yes, that's how my nightmare went."

"What do you think that made you have that nightmare?"

"I don't know…"

"I browsed some of my mother's books. Then, I stumble upon this book about the mind and whatever. And I look upon it since Bobby had nightmares. It was said that nightmares might be caused by some worries. Or maybe a wide range of emotions."

Lincoln has his eyes twitch when Ronnie Anne might uncover his true expressions.

She then asks from her end, "What are you feeling right now?"

Lincoln, stammering, is unable to answer. He feels he is cornered.

Seeing him troubled, Ronnie Anne asks again, "Lincoln, hello?"

But again, the 11-year-old Loud is unable to answer.

"Lincoln, how can I help you if you are not answering? Just be honest and tell me what are you feeling?"

At the top of his lungs (or emotions), Lincoln finally blurts but mumbles out, "I think I miss you…"

"What?"

Lincoln then reiterates slowly but surely. "I. Think. I. Miss you. Ronnie Anne."

"Well, yes, it's natural. We're from pretty distant places. So…yeah…" The tone of her voice there is rather dry, as if she is also concealing some truth. "Well, you got me, lame-o. I guess I miss you too. I kinda miss hanging out and playing around with you. You are one of the top things I miss in Royal Woods."

Just hearing her say that brings shivers to Lincoln's spine. Never has he heard this from the commonly mean-spirited Ronnie Anne. But he shed light on who Ronnie Anne truly is. "Well, I guess we miss each other."

"Kind of feel alone here in the city, Lincoln. I did made friends. But I'm still alone in the end."

Out of his upcoming teenage anxiety, Lincoln asks, "What if we see each other personally? Would that be good?"

Needless to say, Ronnie Anne is speechless.