A/N: Surprise chapter 2. And the Sesame Street mentioned is actually an ep of SS. Happened to watch it one day over the summer (do not ask why, I don't think I know) and it inspired this.

"Why don't you tell Mommy what you saw on Sesame Street today?" I prompted our three year old, Emily. She immediately hopped off my lap and ran to Casey who bent down to hug her.

"There was a dinosaur!"

"Really? Wow."

"His name was Herb."

"Was that short for something?" I asked her.

"Yeah, Herbivore the Planteater. He was really big and learned lots of new stuff."

"Like what?" Casey asked.

"The alphabet and how to share and that dinosaurs are really instinct."

Casey and I both smiled at the mistake and I said, "Are you sure they weren't extinct?" I stressed the 'ex', hoping she would pick it up.

"Yeah, that means that they're not around anymore." Turning to look and me, she asked, "Does that mean they're dead?"

"Yes, honey, that means they're dead."

"Where do they go then?"

I looked over her head and my eyes met with Casey's. With our line of work, we had been wondering when a question like this would come up. I patted my knee. "C'mere." She did and I helped her climb back on my leg, where she looked expectantly at me. After all, I knew everything, I was her dad. I looked at her big trusting eyes and knew I couldn't tell her we put people in the ground, in little boxes. I couldn't tell her that sometimes we burned them, cremated them and kept their ashes in an urn. I couldn't tell her any of that, instead I told her what I wished, and had wished, with all my heart for the longest time. "When people die, they go to Heaven."

"What's Heaven?"

"It's a peaceful place where you get to see everyone who's passed away that you love."

"Like Fred?"

"Yeah, like Fred." Fred had been our goldfish we had found belly up one morning when we woke up.

She was quiet and I imagined the little wheels turning in her head. Then, she looked back up at me and said, "I don't want you to go to Heaven."

"Em-"

I cut Casey off by holding up my hand. "Why don't you want me to go to Heaven?"

"I want you to stay right here with me. I don't want you to leave."

Her little arms wrapped around me and I could feel the tears welling in my eyes. I held her close and looked up at Casey, who also had tears in her eyes, and smiled.

Me, a parent. Imagine that.