They eventually found Frank; shoulder deep in soil with his head and arms wriggling under the earth. His scarecrow mask was still covering his face so Alistair pulled it off. Frank's eyes were shut tight and his mouth was wide open as he screamed.<br/>'Frank! Frank! Wake up!' Alistair yelled and slapped the green boy around the face. His eyes opened instantly and he stared at Alistair in surprise. He blinked dumbly for a moment, part of his cheek was now hanging off the side of his face by its stitches.<br/>'Sorry.' He spoke softly, 'I was having a nightmare.' he spoke and for a moment Alistair and Frank stared at each other in silence before Frank finally let out a grunt of confusion, 'Wait did I just say I was having a nightmare?'<br/>'Oh that is odd. That is so brilliantly odd.' Alistair spoke, a wide grin building on his face as he looked down at the young Frankenstein with glee. He turned to Casey and chuckled before pointing at Franks head, 'Franks dead. He can't possibly have dreams; his brain shut down a long time ago. So how can he have dreams? I know that he's alive right now and technically shouldn't be able to move or talk or think because he has no brain but dreams are different. Frank can't dream Casey, so why is he having nightmares?'