Chapter 10: Katie's Fears

A few hours later, when everyone else had gone, Roy sat on the bed, hanging his head.

Maybe they're right, he thought. I mean, Marth could be right. It was just a dream. Maybe Red X was right, too. I'm just a little paranoid about Ganondorf.

But then he remembered that scream and the puddle of cold sweat on his pillow.

Or maybe Marth and Red X are too scared to admit that I may be right, he thought, getting angrier as his thoughts went wild. Or maybe they think I'm just losing my marbles. Maybe they think Roy's a crazy little kid.

But then he stopped.

But, not Katie. I have to at least take Katie's word into consideration. I don't know. God, I don't know. Damn! I wish I knew what was happening. I wish I knew what was up with Ganondorf.

Katie sat down on her bed across from Roy.

"You've just had a bad day," she said. "You're worried about Ganondorf because you know what he's like."

Roy lifted his head.

"Yeah, but…" he began, "…Roy, you said he had fangs and he screamed like he was a girl in a horror movie," interrupted Katie. "Think about it."

"You're right," said Roy. "You're right. We're fine. I'm sorry to bug you all."

Katie stood up and sat down beside Roy, resting her head on his shoulder.

"There's nothing to worry about," said Katie.

Of course, Katie didn't sound like she quite believed what she was saying. She wasn't positive everything was alright. On the contrary, she was almost positive it wasn't. Roy had been knocked out for two days. She'd been having some interesting Ganondorf dreams herself, only he had been holding Roy hostage. She was too scared to tell Roy though. He wasn't stupid, though. He could tell. He took her hand.

"Are you alright?" he asked.

"Yeah, I'm fine," she said.

Roy raised one eyebrow.

"Are you sure," he said. "You can tell me if you're not."

Katie shifted.

"No, I'm okay," she said.

Just tell him, she thought. He'll understand. Just tell him.

Katie shifted again.

"Katie, what's wrong?" asked Roy. "It's okay. Just tell me."

"You really wanna know?" she asked, lifting her head up.

"Yes," said Roy.

"Well, I've been having some dreams myself," she said. "Exactly the same ones, in fact, accept that you were the one being held hostage, not me."

Roy squeezed Katie's hand.

"Hmm," he said. "Maybe if we tell the others that, they'll believe us."

"I'm just glad that you weren't mad," said Katie.

Roy shrugged.

"Why should I be mad?" he asked. "At least someone believes me. And, thank god, it's you."