The quiet tubular bells of an ice cream truck chimed as it rolled past the small house. The trolley car rumbled down the center of the street. As the wind began to die down outside on the humble neighborhood of split-level homes and apartent buildings, the street trolley crossed in front of a specific home. It was a banana-yellow brick home with a chimney and a white painted carport.

Through the window, a copy of Starry Night hung above a humble velvet couch. Next to the couch, a street stop light blinked yellow while hanging on a small copper poll that shined its light off the painting's tapestry. To the left of the couch, a window revealed a rose bush and the swirling cotton clouds swimming past in the cerulean sky. A soft piano tickled nice and relaxing tunes through the house. Beyond the window, a small set of stairs led up to a brown door that was the front entrance to the house.

A quick knock.

Opening the door, Lloyd peered inside and saw his audience. A blinding smile on his face, he waved at them and slid himself into the home.

"It's a beautiful day, neighbors," Lloyd beamed. "I'm so happy you are here today!"

He shut the door behind him and zipped up the beige sweater vest that hugged the cobalt tie around his neck.

Walking to the couch, he slipped off his shoes and threw one up into the air. As it descended, he snagged it and chucked it behind the sofa. With a flourish of his wrist, eh pulled out a set of blue crocs that hid under the lip of the couch. Sliding his feet into them, he leaned forward over his knee and grinned at the invisible people before him.

"I hope you're doing so well today," Lloyd said. "I know it's been a while since you and I have talked. I'm glad you could make it back and join us again. I've been a student at the United States Academy for Heroics and Support for over a month now. It's been very interesting, and sometimes, very stressful. Ups and downs, everyday. But...I must say I am so happy to be apart of this world, and I'm glad you are here with me. Here, let me show you some of my new friends I've made."

Looking towards his left pants pocket, Lloyd pulled out his phone and began to swipe through the images on the screen. Once he reached his goal, his eyes lit up and he waved the device at the crowd.

"You know what this is?" Lloyd asked. "It's called a smartphone. Most everybody has it these days. One of the most popular things to do on it...is to view pictures of other people. There are even applications you can download specifically for those things, but you should talk to your parents before you do that. Ah, here we go." Lloyd flashed the screen towards the crowd.

With a tight smile, he pointed at the person on the screen. It was a tall, curvy girl with deep grey eyes and cascading dark amber hair that swung behind her back. "This is somebody I met on my first day. Her name is Moxie Lee. She is from Louisiana. Do you know what Louisiana is like? It's sort of like where I'm from. Canada! Except it's much hotter and the food is much spicier. Also, more firearms there, but gun safety will be another lesson for another episode. She is a very nice person that believes in the best in other people."

Swiping to the right, Lloyd looked down at the screen and raised an eyebrow in remembrance. A happy looking Pro-Hero with a tuft of green hair and matching eyes. His freckles stretched over his cheeks, he was a jovial and innocent looking person. "This is my new teacher, Mister Deku. Teachers are supposed to give us knowledge for things like math and science, but also on how to save other people. Mister Deku is very good at this, but he is still a nervous ball of energy like he was the first day! I've been told he has always been this way, but I know he is a hero that saves people daily."

Swiping again, he grimaced. It was an angry face that had a mouth wider than the Amazon River. The boy with black hair appeared to be screaming at the camera with his mis-colored pupils minimized in concentration of rage.

"Oh," Lloyd blinked. "That...is my...good friend, James Guzman. He is a very talented peer of mine. Sadly, he had a lot of pent up anger over some very sad times in his life. I hope he can learn throught the course of this year to forgive and listen to others better. Also, he likes to call people names. Now, boys and girls, we know better than to call people names. If you ever feel angry at somebody, use a healthy way of expressing that anger like throwing a rock into a river or talking to old friends. Of course, if you have any friends."

Clearing his throat, Lloyd swiped again and softened his face. Putting on a thin smile, his eyes shined with kindness while looking at the crowd. "And now, this is a new friend of mine. A very important person to me. His name is Leo Agravain."

Revealing the picture, a smaller man with a worried pain stretching across his face clutched his hands together towards his chest. Head slunk down and shoulders tense, he appeared more like a scared puppy than a future Pro-Hero. He seemed to be looking down at something, as if he had dropped a bowl of chili onto somebody's head. His mouth ajar in mid-stammer, Leo was unconfident like a groundhog blinded by flashing camera lights.

"Leo is a very anxious person, and not without good reason," Lloyd said. His smile disappeared, and concern dripped in his voice. "He is having a very tough time forgiving some people who have hurt him in the past. He is being followed by some bad memories of bad things that have happened to him."

Lloyd turned to face you and pulled on his tie. "Has that ever happened to you? You keep thinking about bad moments or bad things that have happened to you? When people hurt you and cause you pain, both inside and outside? It can seem very overwhelming, those times. It makes you feel like there is no hope for any good to come from the people around you. It's weird...but sometimes the worst pain we can feel comes from people we love the most. So...how can we heal ourselves from that pain? I think about that in my own life."

Lloyd paused and scanned the image on his phone. Nodding at it, he turned off the device. With a calm silence, he craned his head to spy out the window and see a robin flying past just grazing the tips of the wilting rose bush. With a bite of his lips, he crossed his arms and examined the beautiful autumn day swirling about with a crisp flow of leaves swimming over the bushes.

Suddenly, Lloyd popped himself to a standing position. "You know what? Why don't I show you how Leo has tried to heal himself. Maybe that will help us! Come over and follow me."

"Oi, Leo."

Those words had already conditioned Leo, like a dog hearing a bell, to have an involuntary reaction. The smaller boy twitched at the harsh voice that snaked through the oak door towards the hallway. Seated at his desk, his head snapped towards the muffled voice at the door. Leo's auburn bedhair twisted in entangles snarls, the boy instinctively clutched the golden pocket watch in his pocket and the squeezed the small notebook that was before him on the desk. The cool metal dried up his skin while he shriveled up into the plush papasan chair that groaned under his quick swivel.

"You coming to the gym, or what?"

Leo's arms still ached from the weight session that James had practically forced Leo into the last day. True, the past month he had noticed more definition in his arms. Also, his stamina had improved. When James first broached Leo for morning appearances at the gym, he had difficulty going more than half a mile before wheezing and collapsing onto the thick rubber of the indoor track. After much shouting and intimidation from James, Leo would pass one more corner than he did the day before.

Today, however, he was weary of doing much of anything.

"I'll just stay in today," Leo croaked from his desk. "Sick."

"Sick of what? Being a wimp?" James challenged from the other side of the door.

"I'll see you in class," Leo's voice trembled.

After a few terse seconds of silence, James ticked his tongue. Leo felt the vibrations of his stomps patter away from his front door. With a deep breath, he slumped back into his chair and dug the back of his head into the plush scarlet fabric. He scrunched his head to the right and saw the calendar opened up on the new month. Today's date circled in black ink, he flipped the golden hourglass that sat right underneath it.

Then, a vibration.

Leo, nearly jumping at the movement, shoved his hands into his pocket and pulled out his silver flip phone. On the small screen on the face, he saw the words "Father" blinking with a neon green light underneath it.

He stared down at the phone, the device rumbling in his small hands. His heart swelling with a numbing pain, he let the phone die and the call shifted into the voice mail box.

Standing up, Leo grabbed the brown satchel bag from the back of the seat and slumped it over his shoulder. Pulling his tie into a double windsor knot, Leo grabbed a comb and snagged the knots in his hair. Grunting out from digging through the kinks, Leo pulled back his head and threw the comb back onto the desk, the plastic cluttering into the receding hourglass.

Snatching the notebook off the desk, he looked down at a list of addresses he had written on the lines. Seeing the different places around the Los Angeles area, he peered out at the window. The drop off of the cliff outside gave way to the brilliant shine of sea-foam green waves and white foam that smoothed over the dips in the sand on the beach below the plateau the entire campus was planted. The bright sun rose just over the horizon casting a copper luminescence that warmed Leo's face.

He stared out the window, his hand beginning to shake slightly.

Reaching back to his pocket, he pulled back his flip phone and ran a thumb over the screen.

With another quick breath, Leo blinked back the slightest hint of saline in his eyes and headed for the exit.

"But why do we even need to learn American history?" Megan asked. "Why can't we learn about British history?

"I already told you nimrods," Bakugo shouted. "That's the curriculum."

"I don't even know what a curriculum is," Katsu said out to the class. "What is it?"

The class had been chugging along for the past month. After the excitement of the field trip to Void Industries, the class was told by Principal Tommy to "lay low" which meant that the lessons needed to be boring according to Bakugo. The clone of Martel was still recovering in the hospital, and the other sixteenth student had somehow been transferred to another school by accident just before the student's first day. The school was trying to get them back, but it would be at least another day before they could officially start. He was not thrilled by the decision, and the numerous pages of paperwork did not make him happy. T

The past three weeks had been quiz after test, and he was starting to grow bored by the whole affair. It appeared the rest of the class was growing restless as well. The excitement of the new school was wearing down, and the students had less enthusiasm for the classroom lessons. Of course, Bakugo thought to himself, few high schoolers would find things like the unit circle or lectures on the Fourteenth Amendment that interesting.

In fact, Abel bobbed his head to music that was playing into his earbuds which he hid with his lengthy brown hair. Robyn, now seated between James and Anton, gave both of them the occasional glance with a wide smile on her face. Synaes played around with a Rubix Cube, twisting and moving the blocks without being able to see just how close she was to solving it. The noise snapped through the room like a typewriter punching words into a piece of parchment. Towards the window overlooking the parking lot, Moxie stroked her lengthy hair. Behind her, Katsu smiled at the back of the girl's head.

Megan, munching on a stalk of broccoli, seemed to be the only one interested in anything Bakugo had to say. With her mouth full, she pointed the stalk at the front of the class. "What does this have to do with being heroes?"

"A lot," Bakugo said. "It teaches you about the shit that happened in this country."

"But what does that have to do with heroes?" Megan asked. "And are you allowed to curse at us?"

"My daddy used to tell me," Moxie raised her hand. "Swearer's mouth has a swearer's heart."

"The fu-fudge does that mean?" Bakugo asked. "And don't speak until I call on you."

With a soft sigh, Leo hung his head onto his hand and gazed upward at the ceiling. The old fan ricketing above, Leo became entranced with the majestic spin before swallowing through his parched throat. He knew the class was ending soon and prepared his heart for the physical education class that would be next. No doubt, James would try to drag him into a sparring session where he would recover the same black and blue bruises that coated his arms from previous experiences in fighting with the angry boy. Of course, the screaming he did at Lloyd from across the gym area only added more attention.

"So, can anyone explain to me the American Pro-Hero Act? What did that do?" Bakugo asked.

"I dunno," Katsu shrugged. "You didn't teach it to us."

Bakugo slammed his hand onto the teacher's desk and shrieked. "I just taught a whole class on it. At least, didn't that moron Half-And-Half teach you about any of this?"

"You taught us about the American Pro-Quirk Act," Katsu asked. "That was different."

"No, they're the same thing," Bakugo screamed. With another roar, he threw his head back and kicked the side of the desk. "You know what? Forget it. Everyone fails today."

"Are we being graded by the day now?" Megan asked. "That hardly seems appropriate."

"You eating broccoli isn't appropriate," Bakugo said.

With a final shake of his head, the Pro-Hero sat back onto the desk and crossed his arms. "Whatever. I might as well go over a few announcements," he said. Raising an eyebrow, he scanned the room at the students to see if he had at least most of their attention. "The Lieutenant Governor is going to be making a campaign stop-I mean...a visit...to the school today. She might tour the dorms as well, so everybody be on your best behavior. This bat is running for Governor, and if she wins and hates us, she could pull a lot of our funding. Also, you all need to prepare, because our first annual Sports Festival is going to be starting up in a week or two."

At this, the class immediately latched onto Bakugo's frame like mosquitos to a gas-powered lantern. James and Katsu in particular perched up in their chairs not unlike two dogs who had heard it was time for dinner. Images of victory and glory began to scan through both of their heads like a film strip showcasing a climatic movie battle.

"The format is going to be secret, Bakugo said. "You will be competing against the other classes in this grade. Although it emphasizes teamwork, you are ultimately there to make a name for yourself. Hero agencies will get their first looks at you, and this could affect what offers you get for the Winter Break internship. Do well, and you can get an internship in an exciting or nice place like Key West or New York City. Do poorly, and you'll be cleaning up homeless people's shit off the sidewalks of Seattle. That said, you can start teaming up and discussing strategies for how you want to work together. I'd love this entire class to make it to the top sixteen or so, but I'd be kidding myself if I thought that was possible."

With a shake of his head, Bakugo headed for the door and flung it open. "Figure it out yourselves," Bakugo exited the room. "I'm getting a hot dog."

As he left, the riot began.

"This is gonna be so awesome," Abel shouted as he threw a weighted exercise ball at Austin. "What if we both made it to the end? Oh! You think we'd have to fight each other? Wouldn't that be so cool?"

The gym was divided into two parts. One was the padded fighting room that Bakugo had challenged the other students in on the first day. The other half was a typical gym about three floors with glass walls that showcased the fighting room and the outside world. Situated on the second floor, Abel and Austin tossed the large weight at each other over a charcoal rubber floor. Beyond the circumference of the wrestling circle, a symphony of weight machines and benches lined the perimeter of the rectangular glass room. The sound of clanking iron and stressed hissing from overworked lifters crackled throughout the warm, sweat-coated floor.

"As long as you don't hit below the belt," Austin said. He caught the weighted ball and pitched it back at Abel. The idea of competition made Austin's spine tingle with anxiety. He thought the class was supposed to work together, not make enemies of each other. Plus, some of the other students did a fine enough job at dividing people to begin with.

"What if there's a race in the festival?" Abel said before throwing the ball back, the muscles in his arms starting to strain from the large object. "Do you think we need a fast runner? Megan could probably touch me and make me go fast to win!"

"You just want an excuse to get her to touch you," Austin leaned to his left and snatched the ball in both his hands.

"Well, two birds. One stone," Abel grinned.

Distracted in thought, Abel took his eye off the ball and it smashed onto his forehead. With a cry out, he fell to his knees as the ball skittered over to one of the weight benches. Rolling over the rubber, the ball tapped on the indigo sneakers of James. Feeling the ball, James set down the pair of dumbbells that he had lifted and raised himself upright.

"Watch were you're throwing that, raccoon," James shouted at the pair in the wrestling circle. Beads of sweat rained over his face as his nostrils flared in annoyance.

Next to him, Leo stood to spot James and his lifting. Distracted, he looked up at the television in the corner of the room. Clutching his hands together in front of his chest, he saw the anchor speaking at the desk. The headline at the bottom of the screen made Leo tilt his head in curiosity.

"...over a month since the disappearance of Edith Void from the Los Angeles County Hospital, and we are still no closer to solving the mystery," The anchor said. "Also, very few documents have surfaced over the events that occurred in the big Void Industries explosion. The official cause so far still listed as a gas leak from the D.A's office. However, a new report stating that a gag order silencing all emergency personnel and witnesses has been enforced upon by the Police Chief and Lieutenant Governor."

The screen flipped to a gaggle of press reporters around baggy-eyed pale lady with bright pink lipstick and swafted blonde hair. Looking down at the mic, a few supporters cheered Linda's name as her voice cackled over the speakers. "This gag order was put in place to protect the privacy of Miss Void as we search for her. Also, existing litigation needs to be resolved outside the public sphere. However, I think industrial disasters will continue to occur if we don't take climate change more seriously, and I hope that this state further embraces green energy fo-."

Leo yelped when a strong hand slapped itself onto his angular shoulders. "The wrestling ring is open," a gruff voice said into his ear. "Come spar with me."

Just seconds later, Leo stood in the ring with James bending his knees. The black-haired boy licked his lips like a lion stalking an antelope. Holding his hands out in preparation, he narrowed his gaze and pulled at the collar of his baby blue workout shirt. Leo, standing upright, trembled slightly as his limbs weakened like strands of loose spaghetti. His head foamed over with static, his heart banged on his chest while his body remained glued to the ground.

"I'll let you go first," James said. "See if you can actually get a hit for once."

Leo, hesitant as always, grimaced. "But...you know, you could just try it first so I ca-."

"Stop being such a mouse," James said. "Attack me."

Leo looked around and hoped that both nobody was watching and also that somebody cared enough to stop them. Seeing there would be no pause, Leo gulped and ripped his legs off the ground. Vaulting himself forward, he charged with the speed of a hobbling muskrat at James. Seeing him head-on, James rolled his eyes as the boy headed towards him.

With a huff, Leo was mere feet away from James. He reached out his hands and leapt at the boy. James simply sidestepped him and grabbed Leo by the arm. Squeezing it hard, James planted himself on one knee and heaved Leo by the arm. Like a lumberjack swinging an axe, James slammed Leo down onto the ground. The hard rubber ground made Leo's brain swim, and the world twisted about like a major earthquake.

Leo moaned out laying face down on the ground. His skull aching, the throbbing pain emanated from his arm where James had strategically grabbed at one of his healing bruises on his thin arm.

James, with a gruff groan, grabbed Leo by the collar.

"Oi, why'd you run right at me?" James asked. "You did that yesterday, and the same thing happened."

Part of Leo agreed, but part of him was getting impatient with the manhandling Floridian. Leo gasped out when he felt himself lifted up to his feet.

"Again," James said. "Try it again."

So he did. Leo reset and charged at James. This time, he sidestepped to the left and decided to try and swipe at James's legs. However, James saw this and jumped upward. The smaller boy slid on his belly and stopped right in the center of the ring. James fell on top of him and grabbed his leg to pin him down. The stretch of his leg made Leo cry out again in pain.

"Too slow," James said. "Again."

Smack.

"Again."

Smack.

"Again."

Smack.

"Again."

Smack.

Smack.

Leo panted. Sweat coated his shirt as head felt faint. The slightest flecks of black formed at the edges of his vision, and his arms were shaking in pain from the various hits and jabs that James slashed over his body. The boy's hair was tossed like a salad, and his face was flushed with scarlet tinging his cheeks.

Stumbling on his feet, James crossed his arms in an unimpressed sneer. "You're too slow and weak," he said. "I thought you'd do better after the past month, but I guess I was wrong."

"James, maybe you should lay off him," Abel said from his corner of the weight room where he spotted Austing bench pressing. "The guy is tired."

"It's none of your business, raccoon," James said. "It's not my fault he can barely lift a toothpick. Besides," James turned back to Leo. "I thought your dad was some big pro-hero or something."

Leo's breath hitched at the mention of his dad. His eyebrows, wide and lifted, furrowed downward at James.

"I thought he would have taught you some things, but you're out of shape and weak," James scratched at the back of his head. "Just because your cardio is better doesn't mean you'll be much of a hero."

"James, stop being a bully, bro."

"Don't 'bro' me," James said towards Abel. "I'm trying to get this mouse here to be an actual Pro-hero. I don't see anybody else helping him train."

"There's a difference between training and beating him up," Abel said.

Leo, his head still hurting, curled up his fists in frustration. James had no right to talk about his father without knowing his story.

"Who cares what you think," James said before turning his gaze back to Leo. "You, on the other hand, you need to work out with me everyday. You're going to be out there as a hero and be practically useless without it. You'll get someone killed. Probably yourself."

"I'm doing," Leo huffed out. "My best."

"If that's the case, then you should just drop out," James said. "You're taking up a spot for some other person with better physical training. The only thing you got going for you is your quirk, and you can't even use that for more than picking up a hot dog that got smushed. Did daddy push you to go to this school? Or does he really think you can even do it?"

"Don't you mention my father," Leo said. Shutting his eyes and balling up his fists harder, he began to shake. This time, with rage instead of anxiety.

"Tch. What? You got daddy issues?" James taunted. "You and every other hero out there. Did he call you names? Yell at you? Drunk?"

"Stop it, James," Leo said with the lightest of snarls.

James, somewhat taken aback, brushed off his surprise with mock apathy by rubbing a wrinkle off his shoulder. "Or what? You'll call him up to get me? You know, i bet he wouldn't even show up. He probably would be happy that someone like me was teaching him a lesson. Hell, he might just adopt me as his son instead."

A dam snapped in Leo's head. Opening up his brown, almost golden eyes, Leo rushed forward at James. With what he thought was an intimidating shout, Leo reared back a fist and rocketed as fast as he could towards teh taller boy.

James, a small grin on his face, finally saw that Leo was energized with some fire. He leaned forward and hunched his shoulders. "Bring it, Clock Boy!"

Leo leapt up into the air. With only a second of concentration, Leo closed his eyes and pulled his fist even further back.

Then, black.

Leo's frame vibrated with a blanket of electric heat ensnaring him. A strange electricity flowed over him as he swirled through a timeless void. All had disappeared around him as he concentrated to enter into his time dimension. Once the feeling enveloped him completely, he grunted out and focused his thoughts to a specific moment. Just seconds before in the past.

Then, his eyes opened.

"Tch. What? You got daddy issues?" James taunted. "You and every other hero out th-what the hell?"

He had transported himself just seconds back to James taunting him.

James, not realizing what just happened, could only gape as Leo came down and slammed his fist into James's cheek. The surprise, plus the hard impact caused James to fall backwards, spit flying out of his mouth from the sucker punch. Leo had just come out of nowhere appearing from a bright flash of light.

James crashed onto the ground, his face now covered in blood from being hit square on the nose. His body fell limp as he slid into a fetal position, his eyes closed and lifeless. Leo fell onto his bottom and skid to a halt just inches away. Realizing he had punched him, he felt the energy wipe over him and vanish like a blanket being ripped off him.

In the blink of an eye, he travelled back to original timeline only to see people suddenly appear around the radius of the wrestling circle.

A few of the students stared down at Leo who sat upright next to James's limp body. Many of them shrouded in confusion as they whispered amongst themselves. It seemed like the entire gym had decided to congregate around the pair.

"What just happened?" One second year girl asked.

"Did he just teleport? Is that his quirk?" Another boy asked. "I didn't even see him get punched! One second, he was in the air. Next second, they're on the ground! Like a glitch in the Matrix!"

"No, he has super speed, I bet," Some bespectacled third year pointed. "He just ran at the speed of sound and punched him."

"Is that other boy okay? He got punched hard."

"What strange kids," The second year said. "Maybe I should have stayed at Empire State."

As the murmurs continued, Leo turned and saw James stir. He moaned out and clutched his head up as if he were worried it would fall off. Pulling his torso up, he sat up dazed with his eyes glossed over from the impact. Being hit from Leo's connected Time Dimension seemed to cause the hit to happen to him in the present as if it was instantaneous. He still was unsure if he was even there. One second, he saw Leo leap up in front of him. The next, he was on the ground with what felt like a broken nose as blood gushed out and dripped onto his shirt.

Leo, his eyes glassy from the attention, felt the eyes of students bore into him like lasers singeing his skin. Clutching himself, Leo shot up to his feet and ignored his headache as he pranced like an injured deer away from everyone's attention. His thoughts assaulted him like kicks to his stomach. The thoughts of his father eternally disappointed in him. The thoughts of being beaten up almost daily in public. The thoughts of all the students who would now think him weird. The thoughts of James as he would no doubt seek revenge for being embarrassed in front of his schoolmates.

He ran out of the gym as if he were trying to escape those thoughts chasing him, but to no avail as he disappeared down the staircase at the entrance to the gym room.

James looked on as Leo escaped, a look of dazed wonderment on his face. The rest of the crowd joined him wondering who that strange kid was.

A few moments later, Leo had rushed across the campus to the dormitories. Stumbling down the hallway, he bounded off the white walls and grabbed his way through the walkthrough. Bounding at his door, he quickly unlocked it and slammed it shut. The loud crash emanated through the hallway, and the frame of the door shook from the impact.

Back in the nice, cozy living room, Lloyd shut off the television across from his sofa that he was witnessing the events on and sighed with the saddest of smiles on his face. He set down the remote and rested his arm on the back bench of the couch. A soft electric piano hummed away a twinkling tune as the sun outside the window shined strong above Lloyd's head.

"Have you ever done something you really regretted, boys and girls?" Lloyd asked. "I know I have. Regret is what you feel when you do something that you know is bad, and you feel that same bad in you. When I was little, I actually used to be a bit of a bully. My parents were away most of the day, and my sister was living elsewhere at the time. Nobody wanted to play games with me. Nobody wanted to share their toys with me. So, I started to play practical jokes on people. At first, some people thought they were funny. Soon, though, people saw how mean I was being. I even made somebody cry one time because I made fun of their hair."

Lloyd nodded to himself and looked away from the audience, almost as if he were ashamed to account this story. "I never apologized to that girl, but I felt guilty the moment it happened. Yet...I've never apologized. A few years later, I learned that girl had passed away in a car accident. Had I realized she had so few days left in her short life, I know I would have done what I could to make things better for her. That is a regret that still hurts me from time to time."

As the soft piano continued, Lloyd cleared his throat and looked back at his audience with another smile.

"I know you have said and done things you have regretted in life, just like my friend Leo," Lloyd said. "But just know that, like Leo is going to find out in the next part of our story, that you can always heal yourself of that regret with the help of your friends and family and the forgiveness that people will share with you. Just know that you are valuable, you are loved, and you are worth loving. You are only a few good decisions away from living a happy life. And, as we will see, Leo is about to embark on some of those decisions."

Picking the remote back up, Lloyd turned the television back on.