I stood beside the bottom bunk and waited for who knows what time for Yakko to wake up. It has been a few days since he has gotten to a verge of death and now he could barely stay awake for an hour. Dot was kneeling beside the bed, her head on the covers. We were both quiet, stuck in our own toughts. I can't describe how sad we were.

Yakko finaly woke up. "Hey guys...", he said. "Hey Yak", I said and smiled at him. "How are you feeling?", asked Dot.

Yakko sighed. "Not well...I...I have a headache...and...", he trailed off. I took his hand and gave it a gentle squeeze. Dot wrapped her arms around his neck as tears streamed down her face. "We miss you so much big brother...", she said. "Aww, I miss you too sibs...", said Yakko and hugged her back.

We had just a little hope left, considering that Yakko was basicly dying. We could stay in our room for hours, not only to wait for Yakko to wake up, but after that we would still be with him. It often happened that it lasted the whole day without us even knowing it. Sometimes we would even fall asleep there. We hardly ate anything, which kinda surprised me, but not much because we were worried enough not to. I guess we'll have to visit Scratchy every single day now.

Yakko wiped the tears from Dot's eyes. "It's ok sis, it's ok", he said. Dot calmed down and sat on the bed next to him. She looked at him and gave him a weak smile. Yakko smiled back.

"Yak...?", I asked. "Yes?" "Where do people, I mean, toons go when they die?" "Well, they say that when someone, like a part of your family, dies, that they watch you from up there. And that up there is called heaven", he said. "Does that mean you will be there too?", I asked.

Yakko sighed, "You really think I'll die?", he asked. I hung my head down, "Well...we do...sorry" "Then yes", he said, "You may think it's not true, but I'll be there, and I won't be gone", he smiled. I hugged him, "Thanks"

"Can I sing something? I mean, I haven't in a while now", said Yakko. Dot smiled, "Sure Yak, we'd like you to". Yakko started singing:

How many roads must a man walk down

Before you call him a man?

How many seas must a white dove sail

Before she sleeps in the sand?

Yes, and how many times

must the cannonballs fly

Before they're forever banned?

The answer, my friend, is blowin' in the wind

The answer is blowin' in the wind

Yes, and how many years must a mountain exist

Before it is washed to the sea?

And how many years can some people exist

Before they're allowed to be free?

Yes, and how many times can a man turn his head

And pretend that he just doesn't see?

The answer, my friend, is blowin' in the wind

The answer is blowin' in the wind

Yes, and how many times must a man look up

Before he can see the sky?

And how many ears must one man have

Before he can hear people cry?

Yes, and how many deaths will it take 'till he knows

That too many people have died?

The answer, my friend, is blowin' in the wind

The answer is blowin' in the wind

And with that, he fell asleep. Again.

Dot sat there on the bed, inhaleing and exhaleing, clearly ttying not to break down. I sat next to her and hugged her.

"Hey...it's ok, don't worry...", I said gently. Dot swallowed hard, "That was so beautiful...", she said. "I know, it was...", I said. Then I looked at the clock.

Sigh, yet another day spent here...

"Dot, I think it's time to go to sleep, huh?", I asked. Dot yawned, "You're right Wak, I'm tired"

And with that we got ready for bed.

But we had no idea that was our brother's last day on Earth...