The last time he had felt he was alive was the day he met his favorite hero.
Many things had happened since he grew up. He had no babysitter to "take care" of him for he needed no supervision. He lived alone in an apartment for he had grown up form the child who needed to be taken care from his parents. He had grown up into someone who had lost the light in his eyes, the magic of living, the desire to continue. Every day a long day as he wished for his best friends to someday come back again. The young adult kept a clean fishing bowl full of water waiting for something to happen, but just like the day before and the one before that it remained empty.
Sometimes he really believed he dreamed about it. Some other days he regained proof of the realty of magic.
But no day reaffirmed his belief in the incredible as he saw him.
Flying with the fixed gaze on the horizon, confident of himself, strong and capable, was Danny Phantom. The hero he wished he could have become, the one who gave him hope and who he admired, that was Phantom.
The boy kept walking to the convenience store as the hero got out of sight.
Timmy haven't smiled for the first time in a long while and that made him feel good again. Good about living in a world where the impossible could be a reality.
He got over from his depression.
That was the day Turner decided he would study English in college, and would dedicate his life inmersed in telling the world about this fantastic world full of magic.