Shortly before midnight, little Icky Rotblossom silently slipped into Lucy's bedroom. "Miz Lucy," she whispered. "Wakes ups Miz Lucy... mees needz toos tells yoos sumthin." Lucy sat up in bed and rubbed the sleep out of her eyes. "What is it, Icky?" she asked. "Couldn't it have waited until morning?" Icky shook her head. "Mees wont bees heres inz da mornin," she replied. "Mees trieds toos rite yoos a note butz dat still bees toos hard fer mees, soos mees hads toos wakey yoos up. Mees dint wan ta leeb witout tellin yoos." "Leave?! What do you mean? Where are you going?!" asked Lucy. "Mees goin onz a quest," said Icky. "En mees dint wantz yoos werryin bout mees." "What kinid of quest?" Icky sighed. "Itz kinda hard toos esplain... maybees jes say mees serchin fer da meenin ub life." "But Icky..." "Mees gotz ta goes now Miz Lucy. Mees lub yoos... en dont werry, mees wills bee back..." "When?" asked Lucy. Icky didn't hear her. She was already scampering out the door into the cool dark night.