And it was all just a dream.

  Eh.

  Alright.

  Might as well get to school.

  I opened the door as I left.

  It was my 3rd dream of the sort.

  A case of literary theft: this tale is not rightfully on Amazon; if you see it, report the violation.

  Well, it doesn't really matter does it now.

  Yeah.

  "Make sure to look both ways."

  "Got it, Dad."

  "Have a good day."

  "I'll try."

  "What is the answer to question 3?"

  "2132 times 31."

  "Great job Sutoka."

  "Why do you want to apply for this Job."

  "Why? Because this is the best job, not for pay. But for the community and the easibility. I find mysel-."

  "What was his will?"

  "Who knows, he just died on a weekday."

  "I'll pray for him." (He never did.)