Will walked home. Melancholy thought scurried throughout his head. He had made such nice friends. And now he was abandoning them to write a story. That couldn't be right. William would never do that. And yet here he was, walking away from a depressed Robert and Jack. Anger bubbled up from it's little cocoon it had been trapped in, leaping into all parts of William, frothing up into his head and his brain. From then on, Will decided to visit the park every day with Robby and Jack, and sometimes, treat them to ice cream. He finally got to his red brick house and opened the black door. He put his sneakers in the closet, and walked slowly up the stairs. He stopped and looked left. This time he walked up to the objects and stared at them for ten minutes, his brain being flooded with memories of Cassy. The whole time, tears were running down his face, dripping on to the floor. He couldn't take it anymore. The memories were overwhelming him, he had to stop. He turned around and staggered toward his room. He fell on the door, making it swing open and hit the wall with a bang. He collapsed on the bed, soaking his face with the cold water that he had left there. Oh, it felt so refreshing, running down his face and then seeping through his shirt and onto his chest. He buried his face under all the pillows. He lay there for five minutes before he created a little hole where he could suck fresh air from the room. The last few weeks had exhausted him; he had never walked or ran that much in a long time. He had a dream. A dream that Jack had read the book when it was finished. Jack had loved it. Loved it so much that he asked Will to get it published. No, not asked. Told. Jack had told Will to get his book published. In the dream, Will had been just about to find out whether the book was going to be published when he woke up from his intense dream, his sheets twisted so that they exposed his bare chest, sweat running down his cold forehead. He sat up and thought for a long while. Thought about Cassy, Jack and Robert. Thought about his dream. That was silly, Will didn't want to publish his thick stack of papers. He didn't want to go though all that hassle and mayhem. He wanted to relax and play with Robert and talk with Jack. And that reminded Will of his secret promise to meet Robert and Jack at the playground every day. He got on his sneakers and jacket and started the journey to the playground. When he arrived there, it was empty, just as he had wanted. He hid behind a very large tree and waited. He waited for about five minutes when he heard the crunching of leaves under feet. Sure enough, it was Robert and Jack. Robert was slouched and his head was staring at the cement sidewalk just in front of his feet.