I sadly don't own dreamcatcher nor do I own the characters.

It's been two years since I saw Duddits last, and he's been the only thing on my mind this November. I mean sure every one has been thinking bout him, but I feel like there's some thing wrong with him, I don't know what.

"Beaver, are you listening?"

"Yea, yea Henry I'm listening." The truth was, I really wasn't.

"Beaver," Pete started, "I can tell your not listening."

"No I'm listening," I said half dazed.

I remember I'm the one who made him stop crying. I sang to him and made him stop crying. I will never forget that day in 1978 behind Tracker Brothers. The way he was crying, the way he held his lunch box over his head, and when I taught him how to tie his shoes.

"Earth to Beaver," Jonsey said snapping in my face, "Beaver did you hear a word Henry just said?"

"Sorry, I was thinking about-"

"Duddits," Pete finished my sentence, "He was thinking about Duddits, which is really weird, because Henry just mentioned something about going to see him in a few weeks."

"He's been on my mind lately," I said.

"Me too," Pete agreed.

"Yea we all do," Henry replied.

"Well, Who do you think will catch more deer?" I asked already knowing the answer. It was always the same, me and Pete would say we would, and then Jonsey ends up catching the most. Henry usually gets one or two, or gets stuck at Gosslen's.

"Me," Pete said, "Of course."

"I've been hunting longer then all of you, if anyone catches any deer it will be me," I bragged.

"What about who will barf the most when we gut the deer?" And that question was always the same to, Pete pukes his guts out, Henry laughs at him, Jonsey barley has time to take a picture of him in time before he barfs too. And then I always end up barfing because Peter decided to toss his cookies on me, then Jonsey, but NEVER because the deers guts. Henry always ends up being the only one who doesn't.

"Eh," Pete said, probably remembering last year when he slipped in Jonsey's puke.

"Obviously Henry," Jonsey laughed.

"We should bring Duddits some time," I suggested.

"If Roberta would let us," Henry grumbled.

"Why didn't I ever think of that?" Pete asked.

"What if he got lost, or sick?" Jonsey asked.

"I would keep him inside with me most of the time, and When I go hunting someone else could watch him. Like Henry, he could take him to Gosslin's."

"Beaver, what if the car breaks down?"

"Henry, how many times has that happened?" I questioned.

"It never has," Henry answered back.

"Exactly."

"But what if it were to happen?" Pete asked.

"Then, I don't know," I answered dumbly, "It was just an idea."

"And a good one at that," Jonsey mumbled.