Wembley spent the next few days recuperating, and while he felt pride in knowing - and being told by Uncle Scrooge, as well - that he'd done the considerate thing... He was lonely.

There were plenty of people at the Manor, and once it was determined that he was no longer contagious, he even got to entertain the twins - playing around with them lifted his spirits. But there was something about other Fraggles' companionship that was just different. The remaining symptoms, mainly chills, didn't help his melancholy mood.

At that moment, he sat in the far-too-large bed that any of the Fraggles used when visting the Manor overnight. He slid his arms out from beneath the covers, despite being so cold, and looked from one hand to the other.

He missed Gobo and Boober most of all. The way their hands fit perfectly with his...