"No! No!" Tim cried to himself as he fell into his pillow "They can't have died!"
"It was an accident son" Jerry sits on the edge of the bed trying to comfort his son
"No it wasn't, they were the best, they couldn't have just fell"
"There job was very dangerous, they took risks"
"No, they were safe, the best… its my fault" Tim whispered to himself
"Your fault?" Jerry replied gob smacked "How is it your fault?"
"Because Dick gave me this and I promised to give it back to him, it was his lucky charm and I didn't give it back to him and now there gone" Tim began crying again as he held the charm firmly in his hand
"Tim don't be daft, that charm wouldn't have made a difference"
"Its my fault there all gone, Dick was the youngest person to do the quadruple somersault an now he's gone"
"Well, I guess its better than no more bad news… Dick is still alive, he's helping the police with the inquest"
Tim smiled for the first time since he knew the news; his friend was still alive "Inquest?" Tim asked puzzled
"Yes inquest, it means he is answering some questions the police want to ask him to try and find out who done this"
"They think someone done this… on purpose?"
Jerry smiled, it never ceased to amaze him how bright his son was "There's always a possibility"
"Dick must be really sad, he was lonely at the circus before… maybe he can come and live with us?"
"I think that's already been arranged, Mr Wayne is taking him in"
"Mr Wayne! But he's…."
Jerry stopped his son from saying anything else "I know exactly what you thinking, now get some rest ok"