Zelda returned to her room. Summer ran up to her, and buried her face into
her cousin's dress.
"Summer, what's the matter?" Zelda asked, prying the girl's hands off her.
"I HAD A BAD DREAM!!!" she wailed.
"Wait a second-it's only like, 5:00. Why were you asleep?"
"I was watching tv and there was a really boring movie on and I fell asleep! There's a Barbara Streisand Marathon on every channel!!"
Zelda started to slowly make her way to Summer's bedroom. Geez, they should only be able to issue those marathons in the Barbara Streisand Dungeon! she thought to herself.
Summer crawled into her bed and started to cry once more. Zelda sat down next to her. "Come on sweetie, what was it? You can tell me."
"It was awful-terrible! I don't even want to talk about it!!"
"Sometimes it helps to talk about these kind of things."
The phone rang. Annoyed, Zelda picked it up. "Hello? Oh, hi Samus! Uh- huh. But they--Wha? No!You don't say?" Zelda started to laugh.
"I'm serious!" Samus said from her room. "They found out that Falcon is allergic to Barbara Streisand! He's been demoted to the Frank Sinatra dungeon!!"
"Wait a second, is that better or worse than Barb?" Zelda asked.
"I dunno. I think that he thinks Sinatra is worse. I could hear his screaming all the way from my room. I heard that the only way they shut him up was by threatening to lock him up in the Fred Astaire Dungeon next."
Zelda laughed again, said good-bye, then turned back to Summer. "I'm sorry about that. I'm still working a bit on.my.case."
"I know," Summer sniffed, wiping her eyes. "A silly little girl's dream is nothing in the big picture."
"But it wasn't a dream," said Zelda, putting her arms around her cousin. "By the way you talk about it, it was a nightmare! Please, tell me."
"Okay," Summer whispered, inhaling. "Everything was blurry. There were two people. I recognized one of them was you-you did your taunt-but it was impossible to tell who the other one was."
"What did I do?" Zelda asked curiously.
"Well at first, you didn't do anything. Then suddenly everything got clear, and yet the other person was still an outline. They were filled with a blackish color like a shillouette or something and they were wielding something at you." She burst into tears again.
"There there," Zelda soothed, hugging Summer. "Forgive me if I'm not being sensitive, but.why is that so horrible it's making you cry?"
"I'm n-not finished yet!" Summer sniffed. "They killed you, Zelda! They stuck the thing they were holding right through your head!!" Zelda's eyes widened and her cousin continued. "They poked it through your ear, and all this blood and guts and-"
"Okay, okay," Zelda interrupted. "No need to go into extreme details." Summer sobbed into Zel's shoulder, and the Hylian princess patted her back awkwardly. "Besides, it was just a dream. Just a-"
"Nightmare," Summer corrected. "Oh Zelda, I feel so sick. I think I may be coming down with something or other."
"It's all right, it's okay," Zelda said, getting up. "Do you feel like going to bed now?" Summer nodded, and got under her covers as Zelda turned down the light. Then she sprang up.
"No! No, I don't wanna go to bed! What if I have another nightmare?!"
"You won't, trust me," Zelda assured her. "Here." She handed the remote to Summer and picked up a tv guide. She thumbed through it. "You're right. There is nothing on but Barbara Streisand." Zelda glanced at the clock. "Well what do you know-it'll be done in about three minutes." She gave Summer a small kiss on the forehead, and started to leave the room. "I'm going to dinner now. Don't wait up for me, I may be a little late."
Summer nodded, and watched her cousin close the door.
"Summer, what's the matter?" Zelda asked, prying the girl's hands off her.
"I HAD A BAD DREAM!!!" she wailed.
"Wait a second-it's only like, 5:00. Why were you asleep?"
"I was watching tv and there was a really boring movie on and I fell asleep! There's a Barbara Streisand Marathon on every channel!!"
Zelda started to slowly make her way to Summer's bedroom. Geez, they should only be able to issue those marathons in the Barbara Streisand Dungeon! she thought to herself.
Summer crawled into her bed and started to cry once more. Zelda sat down next to her. "Come on sweetie, what was it? You can tell me."
"It was awful-terrible! I don't even want to talk about it!!"
"Sometimes it helps to talk about these kind of things."
The phone rang. Annoyed, Zelda picked it up. "Hello? Oh, hi Samus! Uh- huh. But they--Wha? No!You don't say?" Zelda started to laugh.
"I'm serious!" Samus said from her room. "They found out that Falcon is allergic to Barbara Streisand! He's been demoted to the Frank Sinatra dungeon!!"
"Wait a second, is that better or worse than Barb?" Zelda asked.
"I dunno. I think that he thinks Sinatra is worse. I could hear his screaming all the way from my room. I heard that the only way they shut him up was by threatening to lock him up in the Fred Astaire Dungeon next."
Zelda laughed again, said good-bye, then turned back to Summer. "I'm sorry about that. I'm still working a bit on.my.case."
"I know," Summer sniffed, wiping her eyes. "A silly little girl's dream is nothing in the big picture."
"But it wasn't a dream," said Zelda, putting her arms around her cousin. "By the way you talk about it, it was a nightmare! Please, tell me."
"Okay," Summer whispered, inhaling. "Everything was blurry. There were two people. I recognized one of them was you-you did your taunt-but it was impossible to tell who the other one was."
"What did I do?" Zelda asked curiously.
"Well at first, you didn't do anything. Then suddenly everything got clear, and yet the other person was still an outline. They were filled with a blackish color like a shillouette or something and they were wielding something at you." She burst into tears again.
"There there," Zelda soothed, hugging Summer. "Forgive me if I'm not being sensitive, but.why is that so horrible it's making you cry?"
"I'm n-not finished yet!" Summer sniffed. "They killed you, Zelda! They stuck the thing they were holding right through your head!!" Zelda's eyes widened and her cousin continued. "They poked it through your ear, and all this blood and guts and-"
"Okay, okay," Zelda interrupted. "No need to go into extreme details." Summer sobbed into Zel's shoulder, and the Hylian princess patted her back awkwardly. "Besides, it was just a dream. Just a-"
"Nightmare," Summer corrected. "Oh Zelda, I feel so sick. I think I may be coming down with something or other."
"It's all right, it's okay," Zelda said, getting up. "Do you feel like going to bed now?" Summer nodded, and got under her covers as Zelda turned down the light. Then she sprang up.
"No! No, I don't wanna go to bed! What if I have another nightmare?!"
"You won't, trust me," Zelda assured her. "Here." She handed the remote to Summer and picked up a tv guide. She thumbed through it. "You're right. There is nothing on but Barbara Streisand." Zelda glanced at the clock. "Well what do you know-it'll be done in about three minutes." She gave Summer a small kiss on the forehead, and started to leave the room. "I'm going to dinner now. Don't wait up for me, I may be a little late."
Summer nodded, and watched her cousin close the door.
