"JUST SHUT UP!"

With a swipe of A's hand, B was gone. With a sigh, Mickey A gave a small smile. "Don't worry about her. Worry about me."

Her eyes were... definitely off colour. Instead of them both being that lovely hazel, one was a navy blue, and the other was red. "No... no! Bring her back!" I exclaimed. "It's okay, Tibby. It's just a dream. It's only... a... a-a... a dream..."

"MICKEY!!" I woke up in tears.

Fast footsteps came thumping up the hallway, and Mom poked her head in. "Tibby, what's wrong?!" she asked, panicked.

"She's... she's gone..."

"It's okay, sweetheart. It's only a dream..."

"A dream... c-can I call Billy over?"

"If you're so panicked about Mickey, why not call her over?"

"She's out of town..."

"Oh... okay, yes, you may."

"H-hello..?" I asked quietly.

"Tibby, is that you?" came the worried voice of Mrs Baker.

"Yes, is Billy there?"

"He sure is. I'll go wake him up."

Um bla bla bla, a couple moments later, Billy was on the phone. "Dude, what's wrong?" he asked, his voice full of care.

"My dream... th-there was Mickey... but, like, both Mickeys. It's also just been Prime A, I-I don't know... a-and... and then, Prime A... sh-she made Mickey B disappear... and then A said to only worry about her... and I'm scared..."

"Get dressed. I'm coming over, we're gathering the gang."