It was around 12am, and you had a nightmare, waking you up. Wilbur had been fast asleep in his room. For what felt like hours, but was really just a few minutes, you laid there, contemplating whether or not to go get your dad. After thinking, you get up and grab your stuffed bears arm, taking it to go wake your dad. eventually, you go into your dad's room, opening the door.

"Papa..?" you mumble, walking to his side and poking his shoulder. "Hu-huh..? What's wrong, kiddo..?" he asks drousily.