"What's this?" he muttered, picking it up. He unfolded it. Kowalski, Rico, and Private crowded around to see. Though none of them could read, they all knew what it said.

And finally, Private...

"What does Priate have to lose?" Kowalski asked. "Lunacorns wouldn't be that bad, because you could just go to the store and get a new one. It'd have to be something irreplacable..." he began pacing.
"But, you could go to the store and buy a new Ms. Perkey," Private pointed out.
"Yes, but it wouldn't be the same for Rico. That particluar doll had sentimental value for him."

Private began to look worried, and kept glancing towards CC, who was only just calming down a little. Rune was buried between Marlene and Doris, and there were thee wooden crosses in Central Park, made out of the wooden box Doris was in. CC had gone off into Central Park, but not out of veiw.

She suddenly collapsed, and Kowalski, Rico, Private, and Skipper rushed to her side.
"CC!" Rico grunted. "Ar ou oky?"
"What's wrong with her, Kowalski!" Private panicked.
"I don't know!" Kowalski snapped back, after looking her over. "It must be something to do with that unidentified illness."

CC stirred, and opened her eyes. They rested on Private.
"CC," he gasped. "Are you alright? What happened?"
"I'm... not sure," CC groaned.
"Her breathing sound uneven," Kowalski informed.
"It has been feeling difficult," CC admitted.
"Why hasn't Private shown these same symptoms?" Kowalski pondered.
"I always want my team fit as fifty fiddles," Skipper said. "CC hasn't had the same training as you three."

CC tried to sit up, but Kowalski made her lie down again.
"You should rest," he muttered, then pulled Skipper aside.
"I don't think she's going to make it, sir," he whispered. Skipper nodded, showing no emotion on his face. Kowalski turned back to face Private. The boy was crying his eyes out, and Rico was attempting to comfort him. Kowalski went up to them.
"What's wrong?" he asked, though he knew perfectly well what the problem was.
"I don't know!" Private sobbed. "She's alive, but she won't wake up!"

Kowalski's face showed great alarm; he didn't expect this. He rushed to the young girl's side, and checked her over.
"She's alive, alright," he confirmed. "This must be some sort of... I don't know what to make of it! Its like she's just sleeping."
"Like Sleeping Beauty?" Private asked. "Maybe a kiss from her true love'll-"
"Nonsense, Private," Skipper snapped, slapping him. "That's just a silly, old fairy tale, and no-one knows who her true amor is, anyway!"
"But, Skippah, I-"
"No buts, Private," Skipper warned. Private sighed, and wandered off.