It was, as the filthy nose-picking weather-hyumans predicted, a very icy night. It was something of a blizzard, and yet, calling it a blizzard would be such an understatement.

Within this chaotic weather was a chaotic glowing green house with a chaotic alien going all chaotic on his chaotic assistant for having him gone chaotic and wasted so much time looking for his chaotic…well, you get the chaotic picture.

Gir watched as his master spazzed and shouted things that made no sense to him. His master was kicking the wall and flailing his arms, yelling at the top of his Irken lungs so his rants were louder than the blizzard outside.

"AND YOU HAVE THE NERVE TO JUST GET UP AND GO~ WHY DIDN'T YOU LEAVE A NOTE OR SOMETHING OR ANSWER MY CALLS OR, OR…."

The fuming Irken panted, catching his breath so he could yell some more. Gir saw this as his chance.

"But Ziiiiim, I only went out to get something for yous!!!" he informed from the corner he had huddled in to protect himself from his upset master.

Zim looked at him, his expression one of an over protective mother ready to continue scolding her child. It was actually scary, despite the comedy.

"What is it you have gotten Zim?" he managed to ask rather calmly.

Gir opened up his head and pulled out a clear crystal ball and held it up to him. "Yous was speakin' in yer sleeps, saying you wanna r'member you passsssssssssst. I saw it on TV! There's these humans from the future, and they tells you stuffs about….wait…." The robot stared at the clear ball. "Aww man!"

Zim face-palmed.

Dib was having touble sleeping due to the horrid noise outside. The blizzard made it feel like the roof of the house could be ripped off, though he knew that by now, the snow on top of the house would hold it down. No, he was more worried about the house caving in on itself. And the eerie feeling of knowing that Hobo-Jeff was more than likely dead by now didn't help at all.

"Fine…but only because I know that if I don't kill him, the cold most certainly will."

Zim hadn't been lying. Jeff was a goner fo sure. And it didn't help that Dib was....well, almost friends with a human's killer. Well, would-be killer. GAH! It was so complicted! Why didn't he care more for his fellow human!?

So here he was, covered up in bed and holding on tightly to a worn out toy. He wouldn't admit it, but it was one of the few things that could comfort him these days. And after all the current events, he needed the comfort. It was hard to make out, but the tail and wings made it obvious it was a plush dragon. The blue color had faded into a tint of grey, and one of its black beady eyes was missing. And yet, he couldn't bring himself to get a new one. After all, it was the last thing she had ever given him. And, until that changed, he would hold onto it dearly.

"No, that's stupid! You know she's dea-" "Shut up!" Dib was talking out loud to himself, almost as if he were two different people. "Maybe I am crazy…." He voiced after this thought. "No doubt about it, after all, you're trying to be friends with an alien." "Shut up!" "Heh, you make yourself sound like your a skitzo." "I said shut up!"

"BE QUIET!" Gaz boomed from her room.

It was safe to say that he didn't make another sound. He barily allowed himself to breathe.

Zim sighed, having grabbed Gir and Minimoose and retreated to the lowest level of his base. If theory was correct, the Earth's molten core would keep them warm. No, the base wasn't THAT far down, but he figured that the farther down his was, the warmer it would be. Therefore, if by some chance the weather turned into another ice-age, Zim would survive, and then come out and conquer the remains!

It was stupid thinking, and he knew it. There was no reason to attack the planet which was now his home. That fact brought tears to his eyes. This filthy dirt ball….the almighty Zim's home? It was shameful.

The lowest level was called the Making-Stuff room, its purpose as the name suggests. Gir and Minimoose had already fallen into sleep-mode on the couch cushions Zim had carried down with him.

After a few hours of laying there and unable to rest, he sat up, and found himself staring at Gir's present. The robot had meant well, trying to help him see into the past, but this device was meant for the future, right? What good was it to him?

He help the crystal ball in his hands, and stared into it, as if expecting to see something, anything. AND he saw!.......nothing. He sighed. What more could he have expected from such an idiotic myth? There was no way he could…

"You can wish and dream about whatever you want, but you'll never get anywhere unless you DO something!" the high pitched voice chided.

Zim's eyes widened. Didn't he see into the past once? Yes….those bad rubber pigs! If he just reset the device to hone in on him, wouldn't he be able to see his own past!?

"You just don't get it! Dreams are what make us motivated! Without that, what are we? Mindless drones? Dreams MAKE us DO things!" Zim's voice answered.

The other Irken 'hrphed'. "That may be, but in the end, there's only going to be one dream we'll be allowed to have. And that is to recognized by the Tallests. And you know that it's impossible. The leaders could care less about us!"

"T-That's not true…" The soft voice interrupted. "P-Please….that….that can't be true…"the sound of soft sobs followed.

"Oh, now look what you've done!" Zim snarled. A blurred image of himself trying to comfort the soft-spoken Irken came to mind.

The high pitched one didn't answer.

"Mark my words…I'll be more than a drone. They won't be able to use Zim!" Zim assured. "I will make them acknowledge me for who I am!"

"…M-Me too…"the other sniffed.

"Dream what you like…but it'll still happen. We'll forget ourselves if we continue to try and please them." Why was their voice so high pitched? Was she….it 'was' a she….she was crying too.

"Are you saying you want to become a traitor!?" Zim asked, defensive of his leaders.

"N-no!" she replied, alarmed. "It's just…"

The blizzard outside had calmed down. The harsh winds became non-existent, and the snow fall lightened into a pretty flurry. In fact, even the clouds had thinned so you could see stars.

"I'm scared."

Zim closed his eyes, his fists balled up and his claw-like digits dug into his palms. He had to remember. He had said it himself. He would be acknowledged for who he was. And who was he?

"I AM ZIM!!!!!!"

Heh? HEH!? I told you the update would be faster! HA!!! And it didn't take me a year this time! lulz

So yes. Dib's not skitzo, he just has two conflicting thoughts, and the thoughts are arguing with each other, and throw in his habit of talking to himself, and viola! A fake skitzo! Hehe, I'm weird.

Chapter 10 well take a few days, though, if not next week. (unless I start typing it out when I should be doing other things) I have senior pictures tomorrow, and I get my school schedual the day after. Not to mention I have two summer assignments that need to get done NOW. School starts on the 12th, so yeah. It stinks.

Specail shout out to my friend Lurkie! I've not been ignoring you, I swear! Did you get my post card!? and HAHAHA I'm updating this!! And, oh golly-gen-zollus....I have so much to tell you when I'm able to get back on yim. I'm sorry for being such a bad friend.

~Pilo