Dewey could not believe what had happened in the last 24 hours... they had agreed to go back to Scrooge and help him, but found him imprisoned by a strange woman that none of them had ever seen before, none of them, except Mrs. Beakley. She was a witch. A powerful one, at that, who had a grudge against Scrooge. It didn't seem that uncommon, especially since Glomgold had been becoming more and more a regular part of their lives' lately, but there was something about this particular woman who managed to strike fear in the hearts of everyone she met.

But then Scrooge had fought back. Donald had fought back. Mrs. Beakley fought back. Lena fought back. Gyro Gearloose fought back. Fenton Cracksheel-Cabrera fought back. Manny fought back, Lil Bulb fought back, even Huey, Dewey, Louie, and Webbie fought back. Everyone fought back and in a brilliant burst of resolve, something Dewey could swear he had never seen, much less been a part of, before. Webbie lost a friend, but all in all, it was a good day. At the end of the day, they were a family again, despite all that had happened. Everyone was sewn back together, and Dewey was so glad. When he was being honest with himself, he didn't want to live without Scrooge, even if his mom wasn't there. He didn't want to be bored.

The next day, Dewey sat on his bed staring out into the dizzying world beyond the glass. There was so much too it, so much that he saw now. Fighting against Magica had... changed him in some indescribable way. It had somehow widened his eyes to the wonders that lay beyond his own smallish world. Unfortunately, the sudden expansion lead to some... pain. Panic. The usual unpleasant cocktail that Dewey thought he had finally left behind. He sat there, his own thoughts congealing within themselves, until he was jolted out of his impromptu reverie by a shout.

"Hey Dewey! Whatcha... Dewey-ing?" Webbie's voice asked, and then he heard a small giggle. He peered over the edge of his bed, then climbed down quickly.

"Not much, Webbie. Nothing at all," he said, pushing away the small voice that was telling him to run. He wasn't about to start distrusting all the people that fought side by side with him less than a day ago because his mind was going screwy again. Not this time, this time he was going to hold his ground and fight back because this time he was not going to let the panic even have an inch in his brain. He was so solid now in his belief in these amazing people that he was sure he could hold off whatever his panic threw at him.

"Oh, well, that's good. For me. I mean, you might be bored, but I wanted to talk to you, so it's good for me that you're not doing anything."

"What do you want to talk to me about?" Dewey asked, feeling his heart skip a beat for the first time in forever that wasn't because of panic. It was... excitement!

"I think I've thought enough about what you told me the other day... oh, man, it feels like so long ago, but it was just last week... But, I think I like like you, too. And, once I saw what Magica could do, I realized that I needed to act. I mean, what if something like that happened to us again, and we..." she took a pause to swallow nervously. "What if we didn't make it out alive? I mean, seeing that it just..."

"It changed you, didn't it?" Dewey asked, and she nodded. "It changed me too, Webbie. I mean, part of me is just head over heels scared now. That part of me is running away from everything... but there's another part of me, a stronger part of me, that just wants to go. Not out of fear, but out of wanting to actually live! When I saw Magica, when I heard her story, I realized there are so many people and places I don't know, so many things I haven't done! I'm only ten, but for once in my life I can feel that I have my whole life in front of me, and I know now I want to live, really live, until the moment I die." Webbie's eyes lit up with his proclamation.

"Exactly! I think we should try this out. If it doesn't work, then we can still be friends forever. I mean, you said yourself, we have our whole lives ahead of us! We

should live until we can't!" Dewey nodded enthusiastically, then grabbed her hands.

"I'm so glad you like me too, Webbie."

"I'm glad you like me like that, too," she said, and they both looked to the floor, blushing intensely.

"Eww! What's going on here?" Louie's voice asked, and the both looked up, to see Huey and Louie staring at them like they had suddenly turned into fish.

"You'll understand it someday when you're older," Dewey answered, smirking.

"I'm older than you, Dewford," Huey said, a special pointedness coating his brother's name. Dewey just smirked more.

"What do you guys wanna do now?" Webbie asked, clearly trying to change the subject.

"I think we should play tag! I still need to win our supposed tie," Dewey shouted, then looked at Louie. "You are so going down this time."

"Not if I can help it," Louie said, then took off running down a corridor. Dewey took off after him, both of them faster than one would have thought quite possible. Huey raised an eyebrow at Webbie, who shrugged, the ran off in the opposite direction. Huey sighed, face-palmed, then climbed onto the top bunk strategize while he waited for them to circle back around.