Joey was telling another story today. I could tell that he had a bit of his spark back. He had lost all of it when his dad died, and everyone could tell but no one bothered him about it. Sure, he wasn't as good with the kids as he used to be but no one blamed him. Today though he seemed so happy.

He was telling another story to some six graders. A story about a secret agent named 'Johnny', who was totally not Joey, and the president, who sounded suspiciously like me. He was wrapping it up and all the children were on the edge of their seats.

" 'Madam President we need to leave' Johnny said as he grabbed her. The cure for the undead plague about go off. The building was about to blow, making the cure airborne, but the building wasn't going t make it, and neither were they if they stuck around. The president nodded, her beautiful brown hair was in an elegant mess as she looked back at the US Pentagon.

'Strange isn't it? We have to destroy a national symbol to save the country,' She said with a look of despair becoming more and more apparent in her eyes.

'We can always rebuild,' Johnny said. They then sprinted out of the build, escaping the blast, and they saved America."

The children clapped till one pipped up, "Is that how they are going to fix the disaster?"

"Probably not," Joey said, " But the government is doing everything they can."

The children left and I walked up to Joey, "You seem better today."

"Ya, I felt like a weight was lifted off my shoulders. I feel like I actually made a difference.Its calming."

I gave him a smile, "I am glad you're feeling better. Wanna celebrate with a trip to the roof?"

"You know I do!"