Nelson and Healey were then escorted into another separately fenced enclosure. The American aviators were then escorted into a well-guarded building and thrown into separate dark, cold cells. Tony just hoped that Jeannie could remain patient. After a he was as sure as he could be that he was alone, Nelson called for his time-travelling companion.

Tony said, "All right Jeannie, you can come out now."

Jeannie soon became her normal size and hugged her master. She looked around, very cross. Jeannie was not pleased with her master's accommodations. Jeannie blinked, and soon the two were in a den straight out of Arabian Nights. Instead of a flight suit, Tony was wearing a sultan's pajamas constructed from the finest Persian silk. Nelson would normally protest, but he was beginning to learn that fighting Jeannie usually magnified the problems that would undoubtedly follow. Besides, he had to admit to himself it was very comfortable.

Instead, Tony ordered, "OK Jeannie, bring Roger Over."

Healey immediately popped in, looked around surprised, and complained, "I'm freezing in the dark and here you are at the penthouse in the Aladdin."

Nelson shot a glare and got to business, "OK, I know you all are a little nervous about what may be in store for Roger and me at the hands of the Kommandant. I'll be honest, I am too. The good news is that out of the few reports I've gotten from former luftstalag 13 prisoners, none reported being tortured by Oberst Klink or his staff. The bad news is that there are very few reports from former Stalag 13 prisoners out there for review," Tony paused after seeing Roger and Jeannie's panicked looks, "No, it's not that the prisoners disappeared. It's just it would seem that there are very few people that were officially 'here.' The reports I could find were from fairly low ranking personnel who had no contact with Hogan or the men in his barracks. I could not even find records that confirmed Hogan, Carter, Newkirk, or LeBeau were even confined here. For that matter I couldn't find anything official that stated Dr. Bellows even set foot in Luftstalag 13."

Jeannie asked, perplexed, "Master, are you sure you are in the right place?"

Roger whistled, "Sounds like the old white wash. What do we know about Bellows during World War II?'

Nelson agreed, "I'm pretty sure we are in the right place. I was thinking the same thing Roger, it does seem too much like a white wash," he then addressed Healey's question, "all I know about the good doctor during this period is what is in his official biography. Bellows enlisted in the air corps at the start of the war after he graduated from college, got his wings and officer's commission. He then flew a few missions in the European theater, promoted to captain, and was then transferred to the states to train new pilots in Arizona. I figured either Bellows was a bad pilot or had family connections that brought him stateside, but maybe his homecoming has something to do with what happened here at Stalag 13. After the war, he completed medical school. Dr. Bellows joined the newly formed U.S. Air Force after World War II and became a flight surgeon during Korea. Upon returning from the Korea, he completed his psychiatric residency. He affiliated with NASA not long before we did."

Roger whistled, "It is a wonder he never made general."

Seeing Jeannie looking guilty, Tony interjected, "Roger, you know anything can keep somebody from making general. All of the mysteries surrounding this camp could have prevented Bellows from getting his stars. Just be on your toes when they start asking us questions. And if things get too intense—we can call on Jeannie for back up."

Jeannie put on a warrior's face, "Oh yes master, I will protect you and Major Healey."

Nelson smiled, "Easy there, Jeannie, remember we are the ones trying to get information from them."

Since Shultz had the duty, he slept in the guards' barracks that night. The Sergeant awoke before dawn to a wonderful smell. Such a smell in a luftstalag could only mean one thing. LeBeau was cooking. Schultz let his nose guide him to the kitchen.

LeBeau told the Sergeant, "Shultz! Get out of here, Colonel Klink asked me to make a special breakfast for our guests!"

Shultz relented muttering, "All right, all right," while leaving- but not before grabbing a croissant and a cup of real coffee. He then went to check on the guests.

When Schultz got to the detention building, also known as the cooler, he found the guard dozing off. The private snapped to attention upon seeing the sergeant. Looking at the panicked expression on the boy's face, the non-commissioned officer decided to overlook the incident.

When Schultz arrived at the pilot's cell, he thought he heard talking. The sergeant quietly peeked into the food passage slot in the door. He saw both American prisoners in the same cell, normally he would put the young guard on report for such an egregious violation of standing orders and common sense. The sights Shultz witnessed in the lock-up made the sergeant of the guard pause. One of the American officers was dressed in silk pajamas with a harem girl at his side. In fact the whole room appeared to be somewhere Ali Baba may call home. The sergeant closed the trap on the cell door.

Shultz muttered, "No doubt Colonel Hogan has something to do with this." While slowly opening the cell door, the Sergeant called out, "I see nothing! I know nothing! I hear nothing! I am just now waking up from a very strange dream!"