What do you do when your dreams come true? When you were twelve, camping out in the back yard, you told your best friend that if he could draw a superhero good enough, you'd give him the perfect words to say. And then it didn't just happen, there's even action figures now. Your comic book is on every shelf. And you live beside your best friend again. Your kids even play together, with those action figures. Watch them on the lawn, there. Take a snapshot, and then look over their heads, over the tops of the houses, past the city, past the world itself. Look at all the stars, at all the adventures waiting out there. What do you do when all your dreams come true? You close your eyes, so the dream can last. You close your eyes and you roll your hands into fists, and you try to hold on.
