You were able to fall asleep after a long adventure and a walk exploring Neverland. Michael Jackson showed you a large enclosure with llamas and little deer, a lot of attractions and a whole cinema, even a train. Together you went to the cinema, ate delicious ice cream, went down a giant water slide and jumped into the pool. In general, a lot of interesting things happened. And after such another busy day, you are sleeping.

However, this time everything is not calm. You keep tossing and turning in bed, turning the covers this way and that, and your heart is racing. It's like there's someone in your room. And it's clearly not your dad. Suddenly, open your eyes abruptly and breathe heavily, staring at the empty ceiling. It was definitely a nightmare.

Straightening your pajamas and getting out of bed, you headed to the kitchen to get some water. After draining the glass completely, you sighed, looking at the tightly closed curtains and wondering what to do next.

Going up to the second floor, you reached the room of the King of Pop. After knocking hesitantly, you entered. The door was unlocked. Michael was peacefully sleeping in his bed, tightly wrapped in a blanket. Almost slipping on his colorful socks, you walked closer, still debating whether or not to wake him.

As you continued to stare at him, he spoke in a half-sleep. I know you're here, bug. What's wrong, princess? Your father opened his eyes and looked at you intently, assessing your condition. You're shivering. Are you sick?

Sitting up in bed, Jackson beckoned you closer, then he pulled you down next to him and wrapped a blanket around you. His big soft hand covers your forehead.

What's bothering you today? Michael looks at you worriedly. Tell me, please. I'll try to help you.

After settling back and turning on the tabletop lamp, his attention returned to you. Your dad was waiting for an answer.