WX-78's POV

"WEBBER, WE NEED TO TALK," I said urgently.

He narrowed his eyes. "About what?"

I shook my head, my grip on Webber's arm slackened. "HAVE YOU BEEN HAVING... NIGHTMARES?"

He continued to stare at me for a few seconds, then nodded. "Yes... and you?"

I looked away. "YES, AND IT'S TIME TO FIGURE THEM OUT. TELL ME, WHAT EXACTLY DID YOU DREAM ABOUT?"

He was silent for a few more moments before slowly beginning to speak. He started at the dream about the Ancients, and I felt a start of surprise to find he had a sister. He went through his dreams up until the one he had when he was gone. I nodded thoughtfully.

"What about you?"

I closed my 'eyes', wondering how much to tell him. I finally decided to explain the details about anything that had to do with my creator, ending with my most recent dream. I was in a large palace decorated with gold and silver, crystals and diamonds studded many things.

Strange creatures stood over me excitedly, saying something a a foreign language I somehow understood but I failed to remember. They said something about how they "Beat the odds" and "Created artificial intelligence despite what they said". Then one rushed in and said something quickly and urgently, saying that two young children have fallen into a hole.

The one that ran in was a human, with short black hair and wild amber eyes. When urged to tell who they were, he said they were his twins. The dream had ended with them rushing out of the palace and cries full of grief.

Webber's eyes widened, and he looked away, looking completely baffled. "We know who they were," he said, looking back at me with his eyes burning with a fire I didn't see in them before.

How could Webber know? "WHO?"

The fire faded, to be replaced with a cold sorrow. "Erika and Tyler," he murmured. "Our Ancient counterpart and my sister. We fell into a hole and were attacked by spiders... again." He spat the word "again" with scorn.

"YOU FELL INTO A HOLE... AND WERE ATTACKED BY SPIDERS? DID THEY KILL YOU THAT TIME?"

He slowly shook his head. "We don't know," he rasped. He fell to the ground with a dull thump, crossing his legs. He stared at the fire, his eyes becoming almost hollow with defeat. "But what happened then doesn't matter. It's what's happening now. And right now, we're at the edge of our own demise."

"THAT'S NOT TRUE!" I protested. "YOU COULDN'T POSSIBLE KNOW THAT!"

"Open your eyes, you ignorant tin-can! Wilson's dead, we are very possibly on the edge to following him, and you couldn't possibly survive without us!"

Before I could respond, Popsicle let out a faint whimper. Webber immediately forgot the argument and rushed over to him, gently stroking his fur. "It's okay, buddy," he whispered, his voice more gentle than I've ever heard it before.

He widened his eyes to stare at Webber, then feebly licked his cheek. Webber wrapped his arms around the pup. I didn't say anything, but stood gaping at the scene in front of me. He let out another whimper and then shuddered and then lay still.

Webber didn't let go of him, just squeezed him harder. "No..." he croaked.

Webber's POV

Our heart was pounding as we held the hound pup. We knew very well by his stillness that not even pure hope would stop the inevitable. We expected tears, but nothing came, just a steady anger. After who-knows-how-long of holding the hound, we let his warm body drop to the ground.

Our anger was not directed at WX, however, but at ourself for not taking care of him well enough. We had many pets in the six or seven years before the incident, but none of them had died in our arms. Of course, my parents pulled the whole, "I'm sorry he ran away" act many times, but none of them had ever helped us survive, just gave us joy.

Popsicle had done both of those things, and now he was gone... just like Wilson... "WEBBER..." WX murmured, his voice deep with sympathy.

"What?" I snapped, anger coming up as a fiery hot rage that began to burn towards WX instead.

He had come up behind us, and ran his cold, metallic hand down our back. "I'M SO SORRY..."

We flipped around, hitting his hand away. "Leave us alone!" I spat. We began to set off towards the forest, then stopped dead as we remembered Popsicle's limp body. We gently picked up the young hound and took him into the forest, leaving WX to stare into our back. He didn't follow us, and we took him towards the savanna.

We lay him softly down into the golden grass were we remember the tiny pup ripping away from our grasp to kill his very first rabbit back in the Ancients and buried him there, holding back tears. Closing our eyes and resting one hand on the freshly ground up mound of dirt, I whispered a few words for the last time to our beloved pet.

We thought that we took it much harder because of it happening so soon after Wilson's death, but we weren't sure if it was that or because we took care of the hound so carefully. Even though we couldn't afford to turn on each other, we were determined to get revenge on WX. It never occurred to us once that maybe we would end up making our vision come true, but that wasn't important at the time. All that mattered was doing this last deed for the young ice hound.

We started back, but stopped midway, then changed course to go to the hill full of cavern entrances. We were going to see if Erika had survived the flood in the spring. We knew the way down could be painful, but there were other ways. We found a strong tree limb and pushed it into one of the holes then slid down into it.

When our feet touched the cold cave floor, silence quickly claimed us. We stood in the fading light for many minutes. In the distance, though so faint we weren't sure, we thought we heard the terrified cry of a young girl and boy being attacked by a group of spiders, and we... I seemed closer to Tyler at the moment then ourself or anyone else at the moment, especially a certain robot.