After the sun had set and the moon had risen, Spongebob was in his room, 2-1, sitting alone on his bed. One could easily tell he was deeply upset by his interactions with the others. Looking around his room at the posters on the wall of him and his friends, he felt even worse than he had in the cave. This must be what it felt to be completely alone.

Spongebob walked over to his window and gazed at the moon. The sky wasn't the same as Bikini Bottom's. There were no flowers up there, and the atmosphere of friendliness was not present in the inn like it had been at home. Spongebob felt tears well up in his eyes. What was Patrick doing? Was he safe? It didn't seem like it from what he remembered.

There was a knock at the door. Wiping away his tears, he walked to his door and opened it slowly, peeking to see who it was. Standing there was Jimmy.

"Uh, hey, Spongebob. It's late and I was wondering if you were asleep or not. Can I come in?"

Spongebob was a bit surprised at the boy's hospitality, but that didn't make him feel better. "Sure, come in..." He said unenthusiastically.

Jimmy walked in and sat down on Spongebob's bed. He examined the room with interest.

"Wow, they did a good job with designing your room," Jimmy said, which made Spongebob feel a little better.

Spongebob's brief happiness quickly faltered. "Yeah, but it's not the same as home..."

Jimmy patted the spot next to him, prompting Spongebob to sit next to him. They sat in silence for a few seconds before Jimmy started speaking.

"So how was your day?" He already knew that today was bad for him, but he wasn't sure how else to start.

Spongebob sighed and stared at the floor. "Oh, it was terrible. None of these people like me. What did I ever do to them?"

Jimmy attempted words of comfort as he turned to face the sponge. "They just haven't gotten to know you is all. Wait a while and they'll come around."

Spongebob sighed again. "I don't know, Jimmy. Why are they so mad at me? Is it because I'm yellow?"

Jimmy chuckled. "I doubt that."

"Then what is it? That alien boy called me an annoyance."

"Zim? Zim's not a nice person, you shouldn't be listening to him. He's always like that."

Spongebob threw himself back on his bed to stare at the ceiling. The ceiling may have had flowers on it, but it didn't have the same feeling as Bikini Bottom's flowers.

"But what about the others? One girl even threw a churro at my head before shutting the door."

"A churro?" Jimmy realized who that was upon asking the question. "Oh, Frida. That explains it."

Jimmy also laid on his back to stare at the ceiling with Spongebob. More silence filled the room, which was broken by Jimmy. "Me and Timmy were talking outside not that long ago."

"What were you talking about?"

Jimmy struggled in finding the right words to say. "We were just talking about something... personal."

Spongebob nodded in understanding.

"When did you and Timmy become friends?" He asked.

Jimmy thought back to the day he met Timmy. "Oh, he just used his Fairy God Parents to get to my world. I even went to his."

"Fairy... God Parents?"

"Oh, yeah. Timmy didn't tell you. He has Fairy God Parents. He's a pretty lucky kid, I guess you could say. If you don't count the fact that he's bad at school and has a nasty babysitter.

"Anyway, we didn't really like each other at first, but we used our abilities to save each other's worlds. That lead us to trust each other, so we became friends."

"So you weren't always friends?"

Jimmy sat upright. "That's right. Friendship isn't always immediate. You've got to work on it. Besides, you don't need to be friends with absolutely everyone."

Spongebob sighed. "The problem is that I'm friends with NOBODY. Nobody here likes me."

"That's not entirely true," Jimmy said, taking Spongebob's hand to calm him down. "You're not alone. You've got me and Timmy."

Spongebob turned to get a good look at Jimmy. He didn't look like he was lying.

"You mean it?"

Jimmy nodded. "Of course I do." He glanced at his watch. "Boy, it sure is late. I better get to bed soon. We'll talk in the morning. Good night, Spongebob."

For the first time since noon, Spongebob smiled. "You too, buddy."

They shared a hug, followed by Jimmy giving him three friendly pats on the back. With another goodbye, Jimmy left the room.

Spongebob, worn out from the day, yawned. It would be a good idea for him to go to bed as well. Slipping out of his pants, he jumped into bed wearing nothing but his underwear. Covering himself in a few blankets, he closed his eyes and was fast asleep.

Perhaps he would have a better day tomorrow.