Howard Moon hung his head low, tears softly spilling down his face. Last night, he had met a girl. A girl who had, from the moment they locked eyes, shown deep-seated affection for him. But he had become slightly tipsy, thought it was all a charade, and told her that he didn't like her back. Now, he began to realise that he did. He continued to cry, the tears running down his face into his cup of tea which he had in his hands. Sighing, he took a large gulp of his now salty tea, and put the cup down.

Howard could hear footsteps now, they were making their way across the creaky landing towards the kitchen which was where he was sat. He ran a hand across his eyes, trying in desperation to rid his face of the tears. Good thing he did, because at that moment, his best friend Vince Noir burst through the door.
"Mornin' Howard!" he said, cheerfully.
Howard didn't reply. He was likely to cry again if he opened his mouth. He didn't want Vince to see him cry. Vince had never seen Howard cry, although Howard had witnessed Vince bursting into tears on many occasions. Vince walked up to him and looked him dead in the eye.
"I said mornin'!" he yelled. "What's the matter Howard, you're usually very upbeat."
Howard opened his mouth to speak, but all that came out was a loud squeak. Then, he began to cry again.
"Howard, is everything ok?" asked Vince.
"Does it look like it?" sobbed Howard.
"Tell me mate, what's up?"
"Oh nothing YOU need to know about."
And with that, Howard got up and walked off to his bedroom.

Poor Howard, Vince thought, brushing aside a stray strand of his beautiful black hair. What could be up with him? I've never seen him this low before. He sat down on a chair and sighed. Just then, cries of "Come back Naboolio!" could be heard throughout the flat, as Naboo ran into the kitchen, followed by a young female shaman. She was wearing the exact same robes a Naboo, and had long brown hair and big green eyes.
"Sophie, stop following me!" cried out Naboo.
"Why?" enquired Sophie. "I'm your GIRLFRIEND!"
Naboo glared at her. "You are not!"
"Oh yes I am!"
"Says who?"
"Says me!"
Vince decided to step in and break up the fight.
"Naboo and Sophie, quit the arguing!" he said.
Naboo turned round, the angry scowl slowly turning into a cute grin as he saw who was speaking to him. "Morning Vince."
Vince stared down at the small shaman and his female counterpart. Would they know what was up with Howard? There was no harm in asking, was there?
"Say, Naboo, do you know what's up with Howard?"
Naboo shook his head. "I was hoping you'd know, Vince. You're his best friend after all."
Vince chuckled. "I was hoping you'd know, Naboo. You're the magic man here."
Unfortunately, Sophie knew. It was only unfortunate, as nobody ever spoke to Sophie, except from Howard. Bollo would occasionally have the odd little conversation with her, Vince didn't like her (mainly because she called him VinceyVince) and Naboo was never nice to her except from when he was stoned or high.
"I know," Sophie piped up nervously.
"You DO?" exclaimed Vince and Naboo in unison.
Sophie smiled weakly. "Last night, he met a girl. They both fell for each other, got chatting. However, he got a bit drunk, told her he didn't really love her. Now he realised how much he regretted what he had done, so he's very upset."
Vince's pale face suddenly flushed bright pink. He ran a hand through his hair. "We've got to help Howard...but how?"