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Chapter 2

"Papa Henry?! Papa Henry!! It's time to get up!"

I slowly opened my eyes to the young boy on my bed. I closed my eyes again.

"Papa henry I know you're awake! Get up! It's about time for school!"

I groaned and turned on my side away from Nick. "But I don't wanna go to school...."

He giggled and shoved my back trying to push me off the bed. "Not you silly, me!"

I smiled and opened my eyes. "Well in that case. I'll get breakfast ready." I slowly sat up from my bed and stretch. Nick went racing out my bedroom and down the hall into his own. I chuckled light heartedly and got up heading to my bathroom to get dressed.

After the war, my dreams were shattered into bits. My girlfriend ran off with another guy, my boss and best friend disappeared off the face of the Earth. I continued to animate though. A solo animator for small companies and my adopted son Nick.

I adopted Nick 5 years ago. He was 2 at the time. Where his family lived had been a war zone. And my troop had gone in... when i found Nick. I didn't have the heart to leave him. So I went through all the paperwork and he is my child.

I splashed water on my face and looked in the mirror. Getting back into the real world rather than memory lane.

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"Goodbye Nick. I'll see you After school!" I yelled from the front porch as he got on the bus. He waved at me from the back window as the bus started down the dirt rode. I sighed and started out to the front lawn going to the mail box. I opened it, only to find there was only a telegram in there. I flipped it around.

'dear henry,

Seems like a lifetime ago since we worked on cartoons together. If you're in town drop by the old studio there's something I want to show you.
You're best pal,
Joey Drew'

This couldn't be right. Joey was dead. No one worked at the studio anymore. I started back into my house shutting the front door behind me and sitting in my chair in the living room.

I went to throw the letter in the trash but something in the back of my mind nagged me to go back. To revisit the past. To see old friends.

To mend broken friendships.

I looked to the clock on the wall. 8:08. Nick doesn't get home till 4. I looked back at the letter.

"I guess it wouldn hurt to visit......"