Dot was sitting on the couch, staring blankly into space. It was all so weird. Couldn't be better, but...it annoyed her they were payed for such a thing. Why were they drawn to handle it and Wakko wasn't? If he was, it would be much easier. This way, they just kept questioning their only job and realising they had been used for money only to be payed themselves.

She took the newspaper from the coffee table and once more looked at it. It was the same old one from four years back, from what Wakko called the worst two episodes of their show. Dot understood him, that was the time they discovered he had PTSD. It was all set up. Wakko's condition, the movie, everything.

"I feel like our lives were created only for the entertainment of others", she tought out loud. "Don't think like that". She turned her head to see her brother taking a seat next to her. "And what do you think?", she asked. "At least there's three of us", he said, "And little to no chance of dying".

"That is the point", she said, "If they continiue like this, we may be tortured forever. That's why toons were drawn, kind of". Suddenly, the telephone rang and she went to pick it up. "Hello?...Ok, see you there, bye". "Who was that?", her brother asked. "Scratchy", she said, "We need to go to his office".

The two slowly got out of the tower and started walking towards the psychiatry building. The grey sky only annoyed them, making it harder to cope with the situation. The mood was unbearable, and all Dot wanted to do was go to sleep. Finaly, they came to the building and entered.

"Hi Scratchy", they both greeted once they got to his office. "Hello", he greeted back and they sat down. After a while of small talk, he told them the reason why they had come here in the first place, "Lilo and Wakko don't like the fact of what's happening. Your brother even broke down".

The two frowned. "Aw, he shouldn't have", said Yakko. "But we understand him", Dot finished. "Und how do you two feel about all zis?", asked Scratchy. "I feel like this was all set up", said Dot. "What?", both her brother and Dr. Scratchensniff asked in unision. "What what?", she asked, "You think I said that as a feminist?".

"No", said Scratchy, "We just don't understand why you think zat". "Excuse me?!", Dot suddenly snapped, then continiued in a little calmer voice, "I mean, isn't it obvious? Wakko having PTSD, not being able to handle this as we do, this movie, it was all set up, maybe even our lives! For the entertainment!".

"Dot, what're you talking about?", her brother asked her, confused. "I'm saying this doesn't make sense", said Dot. "Ok, we understand", said Scratchy, "But you should be grateful". Dot sighed, "Fine".

Mertle stared in shock at the newspaper in her hands. How could that be?! Now they were going to afford anything they could just to help their brother. And if she attempted to hurt either him or Lilo ever again, she wouldn't succeed. No, that couldn't be. She had to take that money. Forcefully even, if she had to.

Days passed in such tension for both Lilo and Wakko. It was unbearable. Knowing your family was rich and famous because of a stupid movie, having your bully hang around out there, being in the hospital. Torture. They even felt fine, talking about injuries. But they were kept because of their mental health.

Wakko sat straight in the bed and looked around, breathing heavily. Sigh, yet another nightmare... wait a minute. Something was odd. The light was on. Who could it be? He looked over to Lilo's bed and saw her tossing and turning. Oh no. Wakko tried to reach out and possibly take her hand, but ended up falling on the floor.

Only when he tried to get back up did he realise how weak he felt. So he just went back to bed and just layed there, staring at Lilo with a frown. Finaly, the tossing and turning stopped, and she woke up the same, except for laying on her back. Then she turned to face him.

"What...what's happening?", she asked. "Don't know", Wakko whispered, shaking his head. "I hate getting flashbacks from the things I don't want to remember", she suddenly blurted out. "I know that feeling", he said, "It annoys me as well". "You know...I had this nightmare of Mertle actually killing my parents as a revenge...which is a total lie...and then me being dragged here into the film industry...", said Lilo.

Wakko stared at her as though she was telling him a real story, not a nightmare. "It's so strange how our nightmares are made", he said, "Mine was about everything that would happen if you haven't come". Lilo smiled, "That's sweet. How I made a change here". "Yes", he said, "And we're all grateful for that".

Lilo sighed, "I'm scared. Of the outside". Wakko looked at her in wonder, "Why?". "What do you mean why?", she asked, "You know what's happening out there, right?". "Yes, but-" "If they see you, they might...and with Mertle out there...", she trailed off. Now that made him sit up and hang his head down, "I want to go home...".

Lilo stared at him, thinking real hard. "I don't know...", she finaly said, "You think we can handle it?". At that Wakko got up and took her hands, which made her sit up, "If we have already come this far", he said confidently, "Then we can handle anything". Lilo stared at him with a mixture of unsureness and even amusement.

She didn't know what to do. Laugh or stay worried. Home. What did that even mean to him? A place where he felt safe because he had got used to it? Or his family? Lilo felt like he didn't belong there, especialy now with this situation. But who was she to tell him where to go? It was her that came here, so there was no point in disagreeing.

"We...we could be in danger if-", she started, but Wakko interrupted. "We're already in danger, so let's end it". Lilo just sighed and agreed. So that night, they sneaked out of the hospital, going into whatever danger was awaiting them.