The world came crashing down for both of them. Meg returned to school that morning and was faced with extreme ridicule, even more so than usual. Brian meanwhile spent the entire day feeling miserable among other miserable people at the local funeral home.

Meg sat at the table in the corner in the cafeteria just trying to survive. Connie, the bitch, had just insulted on how ugly she was and Brad, the guy that Meg likes but Connie is with, simply said nothing and smiled warmly towards her. Meg didn't even hear the rest of the insult, because for a moment she was walking on air, but that moment was immediately crushed by a cruel and damning joke.

Someone from behind stood up and screamed "Batdog, Defender of Quahog and protector of the weak!" causing Meg to turn around, eyes flaring with anger as she pulled a knife from her back pocket and pointed it at herself. "Who said it!" she cried, "Who!" The room had fallen silent. Meg backed up into the corner of the room, "I swear!" she continued, "I'll do it...I'll kill myself right here and you'll all be sorry!" They did nothing.

Meg dropped the knife and walked over to the corner where she was now, just trying to block out the world.

No one said anything when Brian walked in as Batdog. They knew, it was plain as day, as the hand in front of your face. In fact, as soon as they saw Brian in that costume, their faces lit up and for a moment, everything wasn't as bad. It was almost as if Jimmy were alive. They could picture in their heads Jimmy holding Brian's hand, both of them smiling, neither of them saying anything, their faces of content being all the words that needed to be said. Brian slowly made his way to the coffin in the front of the room, behind him was Stewie who down at the floor, trying not to look at anything.

Brian took over the small coffin, his nose was dripping wet with snot and a good amount of tears, but he refused to let them shed. He just stared at the small boy inside and said nothing, for nothing that he could ever said would ever do justice for his own heart. Brian pulled off his mask and placed it inside, along with a single red rose and a large piece of fur from his back inside a bag.

"Until that grows on your head" Brian said as he walked away, "Keep the mask."

Stewie looked down in the coffin and wondered what the significance of the fur and mask was, for he didn't know the whole story. The only thing he knew was that Brian asked him to come to have a shoulder to lean on, in the inevitable event when Brian broke down in tears, barely able to stand. Stewie patted Jimmy's hand as if he were a friend. He'd like to think that maybe they might've had something in common for Jimmy seemed smart. Stewie thought about going back in his time machine, but ultimately decided against it for Brian's sake.

Brian walked towards the back of the room and sat down in the nearest chair he could find. Carrie came over, she was holding a martini, which she gave to Brian, who took it but left it alone, he didn't feel like drinking today, that and it was not becoming of a superhero. At that moment, "Go Rest High on That Mountain" by Vince Gill began playing from the radio next to the coffin.

"He would've been proud of you" Carrie began as she sat down next to Brian and gently placed her hand on Brian's knee.

"He didn't know me Carrie" Brian replied, "He knew Batdog. That's who he's proud of."

Carrie shook her head and sighed, "Jimmy knew. He knew what you were doing in that hospital room. He knew what was happening to him...but he also knew that a superhero took the time to visit him."

Brian laughed at the thought; he wasn't feeling like a superhero, he was feeling like a failure. "Superheroes save people Carrie. I didn't...I couldn't save Jimmy. I couldn't save a lot of them. But I tried damn it. I tried with everything that I had and did everything that I knew how to do and they're still dead. Jimmy, Carol Anne, Ricky, Mary, Joseph, George, Talia...too many to even list Carrie, they're all dead. I didn't do a goddamn thing."

Carrie closed her eyes and gently kissed Brian's forehead. "Yes you did" she said as she brushed part of her hair from her eyes, "You were just as much a doctor as the guys with the PhD's. You gave them hope Brian. You made them forget about their problems. They weren't thinking about dying, they were thinking about you and about becoming superheroes themselves."

At this Brian nodded, for he had already considered them such, "We all have our superheroes. I had 25 of them...and none of them were older than nine!" Brian broke down after that and said nothing else.

Stewie walked over and led Brian away. He had been watching Brian this whole time, giving him enough space to breathe easy and talk with Carrie. Stewie turned towards Brian and then towards Carrie. "Yep" Stewie said as he grabbed Brian's hand and forced the dog to walk towards the door, "You're in."

Carrie's cell phone rang seconds later. "Yes...okay I'll..." Carrie didn't even hear the rest of the conversation, or even so much as finish it, she was running too fast. "Brian!" she called, "Brian!" Brian still hung his head in silence as he stood by the door. Stewie rolled his eyes annoyingly, "Look Carrie is it...I understand that emotions are high and you're both probably thinking the same thing, but do you really want to do it in a funeral home?" Carrie looked at Stewie extremely confused, Brian laughed a bit as he lifted his head up.

"He's talking about sex" Brian answered, "If that's what you're coming over here for, I'm afraid it'll have to wait. I'm not in the mood and we are in a funeral home. But I'll gladly call you later and we can work something out okay?"

Carrie rolled her eyes, "It's not about that" she replied, "It's about Meg."

Brian turned around, his face became fearful, for usually if it was ever about Meg for any reason it wasn't a good one. "What's going on?" Brian asked, mentally preparing himself. "She's threatening people with a knife..." That was all Brian needed to hear in order for him to run back over to the casket and retrieve his mask. "Sorry Jimmy" Brian said quickly as he put it on, "But I'm goanna need to borrow this. You know what they say, duty calls." Brian gently kissed Jimmy's head and ran out the door, shouting the immortal phrase:

"Batdog, Defender of Quahog and protector of the weak!"

Meg had finally snapped. For Connie the Bitch was at it again. This time she had the whole cafeteria backing her up. "You're such a whore Meg" Connie began, "In fact, you're lower than a whore, because whores roll around in dirt. You're just dirt!"

Note: It is not a smart thing to make fun of someone who has a knife in their hand because they will hurt you-badly. And if that happens, it's your own damn fault for being so stupid. End of note.

Meg jumped on Connie and violently began slashing her face, Connie was screaming for someone to help her but they all stood there looking on in horror, too afraid to even move. Meg made a large across Connie's mouth, giving her a Joker smile. "How does it feel you fucking bitch!" Meg screamed, "How does it feel to be shown your true face!" Connie didn't respond, only screamed in pain and agony.