Angst warning goes here. Kinda. Like not angst between the ship, but just the situation in the story in general. You're welcome!

At first, they all thought that he was off doing his own thing. When he didn't come back for 24 hours straight, everyone began raising concern for him. They tried calling and texting him, no answer.

It had been a week now, and no sign on Donald Duck.

During that time, the triplets had sort of… split off. Huey kept brainstorming ideas on what could've possibly happened to his uncle, Louie binge watched Ottoman Empires to keep himself distracted from what was going on, and Dewey? Everyone knew where Dewey was, in his pajamas under the covers on his bed. He refused to eat, but luckily was convinced to start drinking again after a couple of days.

Every time Webby wanted to talk, her Granny or someone else would tell her to back off for Dewey's sake. But she wanted to try!

Finally, the time had come. Huey was heading towards the library, Louie was watching TV, and the two adults remaining were down at the police station. It was just her and Dewey now. Now it was her chance.

She walked up the stairs, the floorboards creaking with each step. When she finally came to the front door, she sighed before knocking.

Silence.

Webby opened the door, adrenaline seeping into her veins and worry looming over her. Quiet snoring filled the room.

"Thank goodness, he's just asleep," she whispered to herself.

"AAH" Dewey screamed seemingly out of nowhere. His breathing was loud and fast. His voice was growing raspier by the second.

Within the span of a few seconds, he went from breathing heavily to crying. Crying and wailing and balling non-stop.

"I-I didn't mean to wake you up!" Webby said. Dewey didn't respond.

"U-Uncle Donald, please don't leave me," he cried out. Webby frowned, realizing that Dewey had had a nightmare.

"Here, here," she said, climbing up onto the bed and wrapping her arm around him to provide him comfort. Now was the time to work her magic. She believed that she could help him out the most. If she could get him to start eating again, that would be miraculous. After thinking for a few minutes, she started the conversation the best way she thought up of.

"Are you okay?"