“The sun rose yellow as a lemon.The sky was round and blue.The birds looped clear water songs in the air.Will and Jim leaned from their windows.Nothing had changed.Except the look in Jim's eyes."Last night. . ." said Will. "Did or didn't it happen?”

“We had the sky up there, all speckled with stars, and we used to lay on our backs and look up at them, and discuss about whether they was made, or only just happened - Jim he allowed they was made, but I allowed they happened; I judged it would have took too long to make so many. Jim said the moon could a laid them; well that looked kind of reasonable, so I didn't say nothing against it, because I've seen a frog lay most as many, so of course It could be done.”

“What are you doing?” Len asked. “It will sound stupid if I tell you,” Jim said.“No it won’t. Tell me.”“I made a wish.”“What did you wish for?”Jim looked into his eyes, “That we will always be as happy as we are, right now, at this very moment in time.”

“The sun rose, the moon saturated the night sky with its silver light and the stars blazed, indifferent to the events happening below them.”

“Last fight I had with the bitch ended way too soon."Eddie rolled his eyes and glanced at Jim. "It was in the Middle Ages and he still hasn't gotten over it.”

“But there are still times that I talk to the sky, and by the sky i mean Jim. Try to explain the life i have now to the same color blue that used to flash in his eyes.”