(You’re one of Riley’s new emotions!)

It was late at night, and Fear was at the control panel, watching Riley’s latest nightmare.

“Let me guess, we have no pants on,” he says, unaffected, sipping his coffee.

“Hey, look!” Says one of the dreamed-up classmates. “She has no pants on!”

“Called it!” Fear yells, pumping his fist in the air.

“Fear, what’s that?” You ask, approaching the control panel, roused from sleeping, alarmed.

“Boo! Boo- Huh?” He turns to look at you. “Oh, Riley gets nightmares. It’s no big deal,” he waves at you.