Sportacus bolted upright in bed, gasping for breath. His sudden movement woke Robyn and she jumped out of her temporary bed and raced over to him. Initially he resisted her attempts to get him to calm down but the mantra of 'it was just a dream' he heard running through his mind eased him enough to allow her to help him. He took the bottle of water she handed him and he drank deeply from it. She allowed him space to swing his legs over to the edge of the bed and he sat there, hunched over. He held the bottle of water between his knees as his head began to swim. Taking in deep breaths he tried to control the contractions he could feel beginning in his stomach but it did nothing as they grew stronger.

He dropped the bottle and ran into the bathroom, reaching the toilet in time as vomit spewed from his mouth. As he was sick again his head began to clear and he flushed away the offensive contents of the toilet. He realised he was drenched in sweat and he stripped off his clothes before running the shower. As he rubbed soap all over his body he tried to wash away the memory of his nightmare from his mind. He closed his eyes, resting his head against the wall of the shower as he felt the water throb down on him. Rivulets of soap travelling down his body as the water swept them away. His mind was silent, the voice telling him it was just a dream drowned out as he'd hurled himself to the toilet.

With his eyes closed and the water beaming down on his head he didn't see or hear Robyn enter the bathroom, clean clothes for him tucked under her arm. She hung them on the sink and gathered up his discarded ones. Checking she hadn't missed anything she quickly left the room just as he moved his head away from the wall.

All of the lights were on when he left the bathroom and returned to the main body of the airship. A bowl of sports candy was sat on the fold down counter and his bed had been stripped. He could feel cool air blowing in from the open door and the outline of his niece sitting on the end of it. Taking up the bowl of sports candy he decided it might be a nice change to eat al fresco and joined Robyn sitting on the door.

"Do you get nightmares like that very often?" Robyn asked as he sat next to her.

Sportacus breathed out of his nose, closing his eyes and smiling slightly. "Not like that."

"I never knew. But then I suppose looking back we've not spent a huge amount of time together since she attacked you. This is the first time in a long time we've lived together."

"I'm not afraid to admit I've missed it, us living together."

Robyn nodded, "We always had good times. Even when I tried the sky chaser stunt and you grounded me."

"I remember that."

"It was the first time I'd ever made you really mad at me. Do you remember when you got ill the next day?"

Forgetting his nightmare completely, Sportacus laughed. "I've never been able to forget that. Or eat a banana and keep a straight face since."

"Me neither."

"What do you think is going to happen with you and Kit?"

Robyn shrugged; she'd hoped to avoid discussing her relationship issues with Sportacus. "To use a phrase I've heard Langford use, 'not a dickie bird'. Things will work out one way or another. All I know is Kit's mind has been working overtime. He's planning something." Not wanting to discuss things any further Robyn changed tack. "I'd better go and put some fresh sheets on your bed."

Sportacus shifted over slightly as Robyn moved herself into a backward roll so she could get up from the door. He smiled and shook his head as she walked back into the airship, she reminded him so much of himself. He thought about trying it the way she had as well but decided against it and swung his legs around to the side, twisting the top of half of his body so his hands were on the surface of the door and standing on them as he brought his legs back in line with his body. He walked on his hands into the airship before flipping back onto his feet.

Robyn rolled her eyes as she finished putting a fresh sheet and duvet on Sportacus' bed before climbing back into her own with the words, "Show off."

Just before Sportacus could get back into bed a letter tube shot through the hole in the floor. He swiftly opened it, well aware of the time and the unusualness of receiving mail at this time. Robyn was still awake and he read the letter to her out loud.

"Just checking in to see that everything is ok as we saw your lights on and you two moving up there. Salonen."

Jogging out to the door, Sportacus stood on it and looked down. Salonen and his colleague Balodis were stood on the ground looking up at him. He gave them a thumbs up and mouthed 'we're ok' before going back into the airship and closing the door. By the time he got back inside Robyn was fast asleep. Not at all tired he decided to remain awake and spend some time doing press ups.

Sportacus wasn't the only one that night having trouble sleeping. Boris studied the copy of the 'Lazytown Book of History' that Kit had brought him earlier that day. Inside he'd found bookmarked pages showing information about the special day he'd been told about. There had been some pictures that had made him cringe. He'd doubted Kit's word about the special day but the book couldn't lie.

Could it?

There was one particular portion of the page he had been unable to fully divert his attention from that made him the most uncomfortable. It was a saying associated with the day that brought home the nature of it. 'Let your bum, balls and ninnies swing freely!' He'd mentioned to Kit about confirming with the Mayor that his men would still be able to wear their equipment but Kit had swerved him from that idea by informing him that the Mayor and Bessie would be practising ahead of the day. It wasn't something he particularly wanted to see until he absolutely had to.

Tomorrow wasn't going to be a good day.