"Get away from me! There's been some mistake!"

Doyle started climbing up the Empire State Building, for what reason he really didn't know, he just did it. However the higher he climbed the more persistent the airplanes were.

"Please just leave me alone! I'm just a growing boy!" He pleaded but the fighter jets kept coming and shooting.

Getting frustrated, he swatted at them like they were flies. Well in a way they were, to him at least. He didn't want to hurt them, he just wanted them to leave him alone. He just wants to be his normal size again.

He could hear Aimee yelling for him to get out of there, but he was trapped. He spotted another fighter plane coming at him, out of instinct he swatted at the oncoming plane, destroying one of the wings and causing it loose altitude. To his relief the pilot managed to eject from the falling plane before it crashed.

Onlookers scrambled to avoid the falling aircraft and the debris when it crashed, Aimee being amongst them. To his horror he saw her trip and fall onto the street close to the crash.

"Aimee!" He yelled as he began to climb down.

He was met with more cannon fire, only this time they packed more power behind their blasts. He felt the blasts hit his back, shoulders and legs as he curled into himself whilst trying to hang on the tall building. At some point he lost his grip and started to fall but he managed to grab hold again. As he tries to regain his footing the fighter planes started firing again, he could feel his grip slipping before he loses his hold.

He began falling, waiting for the inevitable impact of the ground…

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"NO!"

Doyle jolted upright in his bed breathing heavily. He patted himself down and to his absolute relief there were no laser holes, no burns, no pain, nothing. He breathed a sigh of relief. He took a few deep breaths to calm himself down. His face, neck, and bare chest were wet with sweat.

It was only a nightmare. He was okay.

Well… maybe not completely okay.

Doyle ran a hand over his face and through his drenched fiery red hair as his eyes scanned over the room he was in. It was an empty standard looking room with a gray concrete floor and steel-reinforced walls. The only 'furniture' was a plain bed that he was currently sitting on. The same bed that he'd slept in during his 15 year coma until he finally woke up.

Actually it was more of a prison cell if he was being completely honest.

A prison… for a giant monster, like him.

"Great job, Doyle." He snorted to himself, "Going to New York like this... without thinking about the outlook of it."

Okay so breaking out of the hospital (literally) and causing a massive panic while 'strolling' down the streets making his way to New York wasn't the best idea. He'd always been a head strong guy and didn't always think things through but… he was desperate, anxious and… as much as he hated to admit it… afraid.

He had just woken up after getting hit in the head with a zuggleball only to learn that not only had he'd been knocked out for 15 years but somehow the accident had caused him to grow 400 feet tall. And no one, not even the brilliant yet absent minded Professor Icenstien, has been able to figure out how or why this happened to him or find a cure.

How could he have known that the army, lead by his former school antagonistic bully, would attack him AND that he would find himself dangling from the Empire State Building?

Luckily everything had been resolved thanks to his friends, the Galaxy High Gang, coming to his defense and the authoritative power by President Milo. He was safe.

'You guys are the best friends a giant ever had.'

Giant.

Where did that phrase even come from? And why did it sound so foreign to him... so alien?

He admitted that he'd always wanted to be a Big Man but not like this. Yes he was still the same Doyle Cleverlobe, only now he was bigger. Much, much, much bigger… and much more dangerous.

"Oh what was I thinking?" He muttered, "I wasn't thinking and that why I'm here. I'm such an idiot."

Looking back now at what happened the day he woke up made him realize just how dangerous he really was now. He could have easily hurt someone in New York. Just one wrong step and... He'd already caused a lot of panic as well as damages, he accidentally destroyed a couple of buildings, one being his former boss's restaurant, and Freddy's car.

Milo had assured him that he would take care of the damages but he still felt guilty for what he had done.

"I wonder what will become of me now?" He wondered out loud as he held his face in his hands. Wondering on what fate would have in store for him now.

Was this a punishment of some kind? Was he being punished for his past actions?

'If it is… I'm sorry.'

"Doyle?"

The familiar sound of a familiar voice snapped him out of his thoughts. The giant boy looked down and there... he saw her.

The tiny shape of his former classmate was looking up at him from the small door to his room.

"A... Aimee?"

Aimee entered the room looking concerned, "Doyle, what's wrong? Are you okay?"

'Why does she sound so concerned? Because she's a caring person you big dolt.' He mentally chasized himself, "No… nothing… I'm fine. Just a nightmare is all."

"Another nightmare? That's the third one in the last few days." She said her voice full of concern as she climbed the stairs next to his bed, "Is it the same one you've been having or was it different this time?"

"It's… the same one," He spoke slowly, "Only the ending was different this time." Aimee nodded, urging him to go on, "I'm hanging onto the Empire State Building, the military shot at me and continued shooting, I lost my grip and I was falling… then I woke up."

Normally Doyle never liked talking about his nightmares. His dad had always told him to always ignore them because they're a distraction and only losers worry about nightmares. Yet somehow Aimee had talked him into talking about them. Saying that it would help him and his mental health, and if he was being honest her presence made him feel comfortable enough to talk about them.

"Easy Doyle, you're safe now. Everything's going to be okay." She patted his giant hand on the bed.

Doyle wanted to believe her but even he knew that as long as he remained as he currently was now… nothing will ever be okay.

"I wish that I could believe that Aimee." He sighed quietly, though Aimee heard it loud and clear.

"C'mon Doyle cheer up. Professor Icenstein is still hard at work trying to find a cure for your condition. I'm sure he'll find it soon." She tried to reassure her giant friend.

'He's been at it for 15 years and still hasn't found anything yet.' He thought, "And what if there is no cure?" He asked, "What if there's nothing he or anyone can do for me and I'm stuck like this? As a giant monster for the rest of my life?"

"Doyle don't say that. You're not a monster."

"Oh c'mon Aimee, I may not have been the brightest guy in school but I'm not stupid. I am a monster, a 400 foot giant monster. You know it, I know it, everyone knows it so there's no point in denying it." Doyle paused and took a deep breath to calm himself down.

"You're not a monster Doyle. Like Freddy said you're still a person, no matter what anyone says." Aimee insisted placing her hands on his gigantic one, "Listen Doyle I know that this is hard for you but please remember that you have friends who care about you and we'll do everything we can to help you."

Doyle sighed "I know Aimee and I'm sorry." He said gently, "But I can't help but wonder what kind of life does a guy like me have now? I can't go outside without destroying everything in my path or causing a panic. I couldn't even use a Vidphone. Everything that I've worked for, everything that I had planned for is now gone… or has been gone for years now. Everyone I know has grown up and moved on with their own lives and I'm…" Doyle looked down at his hands which look normal but they're still the hands of a giant, "A giant monster that doesn't belong anywhere now."

Hearing that broke Aimee's heart. It was hard to see the once overconfident immature high school sports star look and sound so disheartened and being treated like a monster.

Sure she and Doyle didn't like each other when they were in school together and when they got to Galaxy High but that started changing after they started going to Galaxy High. Sure Doyle was still an immature and showboating jerk but during their time at Galaxy High she'd seen the good parts of him and saw that he has a good heart. She even started to like him, as much as she tried to deny it.

She had hoped the Professor Icenstein had found a cure for Doyle's condition, but he still hadn't found anything.

'There has to be a way to help Doyle. There just has to be.' She gazed up at her giant friend, her bright blue eyes meeting his dark brown ones, "We'll get through this Doyle. I'll stay with until we find a cure." She vowed, "Just don't give up hope yet."

Doyle was surprised to hear her say 'we' and that she'll stay with him yet at the same time it gave him a sense of comfort knowing that Aimee was here by his side.

"Thanks Aimee." He smiled

For the first time since waking up from his coma he felt a spark of hope.