Hey! I'm back, thanks to Imoganista for reviewing the last chapter and sticking with it for so long. Same goes for the people still reading!

So this chapter focuses on Dreamy.

See chapter 1 for disclaimer.

"I'm going out!" Dreamy yelled, above the wails of baby Dopey. "I'll be back in an hour!"

"How long will you be out?" Doc called from the kitchen, where he was no doubt juggling Dopey in a futile effort to get him to sleep.

Dreamy rolled his eyes and banged his head gently against the door. "Are you deaf or something? I said AN HOUR!"

"Okay, have fun."

Dreamy scoffed and shut the door as gently as he could. Have fun. Yeah like that was going to happen.

Fun didn't exist anymore, there was just stress and responsibility. Well, for him, Doc and Sleepy at least. Dopey had pretty much carried on as normal, having no respect for the fact his mother had died at all. Bashful had been upset at first, but his memories of mum seemed to be fading a little bit, which annoyed Dream if he was honest. Bashful was 2, he knew, but surly he could remember something's about her?

Sneezy had been the most upset out of the younger ones when mum had died. He'd spent most of his nights crying and he'd kicked up an enormous fuss about the nose spray thing each morning, refusing to do it until Sleepy had finally given in and taken over. Lately though he'd been asking to do it himself. This just proved in Dreamy's mind that the little traitor had pretty much forgotten about mum as well.

Happy had been the worst. Well, obviously Dreamy knew he was called Happy for a reason but he had first of all tried putting a positive spin on everything, then suddenly something had happened at school and now Happy was acting more upset than he ever had in his life. Which Dreamy supposed was a good thing, remembering Doc's lessons about not bottling up emotions, but why did he have to swing so much?

Sleepy and Doc had pretty much both been promoted to parents seeing as their dad didn't seem to want to get out of bed these days. Dreamy felt annoyed every time he thought of their dad just lying in bed while downstairs Sleepy kept Happy and Sneezy amused and Doc looked after Bashful and Dopey.

He must know. There's no way he could ignore the high-pitched wailing, followed smoothly by the sound of Doc singing, could he? Seems he could.

Dreamy frowned and kicked the ground.

"Hey kid!" Dreamy looked around. He couldn't see anyone. "Kid!"

The young dwarf caught sight of a bloke waving out his house window.

"Yes?"

"It's raining. Gonna thunder soon, you wanna go home you do."

Dreamy frowned, and ran a hand through his hair, surprised at the fact it was wet despite the fact he had literally just been warned.

Sighing he turned round and started trundling back towards the house. There was no point him getting sick and just adding to Sleepy and Doc's problems.

Most of the journey back Dreamy didn't register, that was until he was halfway back. The only reason that Dreamy registered that was because of the blue he heard a sound that was a little like a crying child but not quite.

Interest perked, Dreamy headed towards the sound. Whatever he was expecting it wasn't what he got. A crying goat was attached to a lamp post. It was grey in couler, which, Dreamy noticed, matched the sky quite well.

He edged towards it. "Hey…hey…" the goat stopped bleating and looked at him. "Hey. I'm…er, I'm Dreamy." He stood alongside the goat. "You, er, look to be in a bit of a pickle as my dad would say. What's happened here?"

He examined the rope. The goat gave a pathetic little bleat. Dreamy nodded. "Ah, I see. Some idiots tied you quite tightly to this. Lemme see if I can untie it. Give me a minute…"

For the next five minutes, Dreamy pulled, pushed and desperately tried to untie that rope. Eventually as his fingers went numb Dreamy had to give up.

"I can't do it." He told the goat, who gave him a disapproving look and bleated. "Well, of course I'm not giving up. No one deserves to be out in this weather…" He trailed off, looking own at himself. He was soaked through to the skin. So much for his plan not to annoy Doc and Sleepy…

Doc and Sleepy! Or rather, Doc. He had so many gadgets and gizmos lying around the house, most of which by now had a thin layer of dust of them, there had to be at least one that would cut through this impossibly thick rope right?

"Right, I'm going to leave you here, okay?" The goat gave him a look of despair. "Only for a little while, I promise. I'm gonna get my brother Doc; he's a whiz with stuff like this. He'll help you, I promise. Okay? Half an hour tops…" He backed away. "Half an hour, tops, I promise, okay?" He looked at the goat nodded and started the run back home as the skies got greyer overhead.