It was only two in the morning when Fox's head began to pound him internally. He woke up, and grabbed some water. Fox groaned; the pain was intensifying. He splashed his face, and looked at himself in the mirror.

What is happening, and why? He thought to himself.

He went back into his bed, thinking about his father, James.

Fox just couldn't get a good night's rest. No matter what he did, he couldn't fall asleep.

At 6 AM, Fox woke up. He was sweating profusely, and he couldn't seem to stop it. His vision began to blur, but he rubbed his eyes and could see clearly for now. He noticed the empty bed. This was where Falco had been sleeping, but where is he now? The thought crossed Fox's mind. He walked out of the room, only to find a light coming from the bathroom. He knocked on the door.

"Isn't it obvious that someone's in the bathroom?!" Falco snaps.

"Sorry!" Fox groans weakly.

"Are you alright over there?"

"Yeah, all good."

Fox couldn't stop his rapid heartbeat, and his mind kept racing. He started sweating again.

What's going on with me? His thoughts asked him.

He ignored it and went to the edge of the Great Fox, where he got lost in some memories. He couldn't think about anything but James, his father.

He was the one who encouraged my love for flying. His mind spoke as his eyes gazed upon a picture.

"Hey, Fox, the bathroom's free." Falco said with a bored tone in his voice.

Fox, however, was in is own world. He quickly snaps out of it. He walks into the bedroom and goes back to sleep.

-Peppy's POV-

It's 8 AM, and things were going normally, but Fox usually is the early bird. Is it me or did he lose track of time? Anyway, I walked into the hall, and found Falco having a popsicle, sitting at the table.

"Good morning, Peppy." Falco said.

"What are you doing up this early?" I asked.

"It's not that early."

Falco does get bored, but not this bored. I grab a cup of tea and read the newspaper. I look up from it to see Falco with eye bags. You know, the bags when you are tired.

"Why do you look tired?" I asked.

He sighed, and after a fifteen-second pause, he broke the silence. "You have no idea."

-Slippy's POV-

9 AM, sharp, and I was ready to rock today! I feel all energetic! At the same time, Krystal woke up.

"Mornin', Krystal!" I said.

She replied, "Good morning."

Nothing but a nice good morning! But I heard some conversation coming from the table. I went to check it out, and found Falco and Peppy.

"Hey, guys!" I exclaimed. "Where's Fox?"

Falco said, "Sleeping."

"Okay... why?"

"That's why everyone says you're the worst teammate."

"Hey! At least I do something."

Falco groaned. I have an uneasy look, but I walk away into the kitchen to cook something for myself, worried for Fox in some way.

-Third-person POV-

It was 11 AM when Fox finally woke up, feeling exhausted. He rubbed his face, not doing any good. His nose was blocked, but he didn't do anything about it. He was also cold despite the fan not running. He didn't move a muscle until 11 seconds later. Fox then walk into the hall, into the kitchen.

"Hi, Falco." Fox said weakly.

"Um... Fox?" Falco said.

"Yeah?"

"Are you okay? You look beat up."

"I'm fine."

"Then why do you look so pale?" Krystal joined.

"I said I'm fine."

"Then do you have a sore throat?" Slippy joined too.

"No."

"Then why are you lying?" Peppy then asked.

"I'm not lying!"

Questions continue spiraling until Fox has had it.

"Enough!" He yelled.

"Aha! We caught you red-" Peppy covered Slippy's mouth before he can finish it.

Fox's eyes start spinning.

"Fox, you okay?" Krystal asks.

"Yeah... little.. dizzy..." Fox managed to get those words out.

Fox, before he knew it, collapsed.