Devastated is, by far, too light of a word to describe how I felt seeing the love of my life die before my very eyes. Such a feeling is impossible to express in words. It's just... it felt horrible. I felt like someone plucked my heart out of me and smashed it into littlest pieces. I was... kneeling in front of a dead Isabella, crying and hugging her tightly, wishing it wasn't for real. My tears were flowing down Isabella's back, and her head was resting on my shoulder, and the other way around. All kinds of thoughts were running through my head: my sister constantly trying to bust me, Perry disappearing all the time, Isabella being with me and Ferb all the time, the rollercoaster, the 2nd dimension, etc... Now, it was all gone.

And I was left alone.

The next day, I was alone on Isabella's funeral. Yes, you read that right, I went on a funeral on Christmas day. That's how miserable I was. There was nothing I wanted to do that day. After the funeral, I was in my room, lying in my bed. Staring at the ceiling. I wanted to turn on the TV, but when I just took the remote, it felt too much. I glanced at Isabella's empty bed. Realizing it would forever remain empty, I cried once more. I laid back on my bed and closed my eyes.

Seconds later, I got a message on my cellphone. It was just a "Merry Christmas" from my sister, asking how Isabella and I were doing and stuff. I didn't have enough strength to respond. So I put the cellphone back on the table.

I walked up to the window and looked outside. It wasn't snowing anymore. It was now raining. Not heavily, but quite peacefully. I sighed, and put my hands in pockets, and looked down on the floor. Then, I felt something in my right pocket. I took it out. It was that piece of paper my dad gave me the previous day in the mall. I read what it said once more. 14 Morgan Avenue, New York City. In that moment, it occurred to me that I had never in my life properly met my dad. And now I had an address that is apparently where he lives. So I sat and thought about this for a moment.

I understood that had I stayed in this room, I would just lie in my bed and cry all day. My dad, on the other hand, gave me an address in New York and told me I could go see him any time I wanted. And I really wanted to see my dad again, to speak with him some more. Plus, I always wanted to go to New York. Naturally, I made the choice.

"Well, let's go to New York, then."

I packed my things, and one picture of Isabella and me, and I rushed to the nearest train station.

"Hello, one ticket to New York, please."

I got the ticket, sat somewhere and waited. After some twenty minutes, the train arrived. It was almost empty; only three or four people were on it. I went into the nearest compartment, along with my suitcase, and had a seat. It was really comfortable. Few minutes later, the train took off. On Christmas day, I was on my way to New York.

Surprisingly enough (at least for me), during the ride, I was free of all the negative thoughts on what happened to me in the last twenty-four hours. I was just looking at the sight and thinking how beautiful it was, even under the snow. It really looked... nice. It kind of brought a little peace in me.

Soon, I arrived in New York. I was immensely amazed to see all the skyscrapers, buildings, advertisements everywhere, Central Park, Times Square, everything! I got on the top of the Empire State Building, and when I saw, by myself, the panoramic view of New York... I... Do you understand how it feels, when you finally achieve something that you have been trying to achieve for your whole life? Have you ever felt the happiness, the joy, feeling of the happiest man in the world, the feeling of nothing being able to let you down, when you did it? If you have, then you understand me, and I also understand you.

That moment, standing on the top of Empire State Building, looking at the city I wanted to see for my whole life... I felt like a winner.

But, as it always has been, when you have too much fun, it might no longer be fun. I spent almost an hour on the top of the building, and I decided there was not much more time to waste. There was still one more thing I had to do: visit my father.

So when I got back to the ground floor and exited the building, I called a taxi. One stopped for me.

"14 Morgan Avenue, please", I said to the driver as I was going into the taxi.

Fifteen minutes later, the taxi stopped. "Here we are", said the driver. I paid him his money, took my suitcase and got out of the taxi. It drove away.

I was staring at the entrance of the five-floored building in front of me. It was already evening. 14 Morgan Avenue, I read once more from that paper. "I guess this is it", I said out loud. I came in.

Already on the first floor did I notice a door a little different from the others. So I walked towards it. I'm so glad I did. Because what it said on it was James Arthur Flynn, lawyer. "Lawyer?" was my first thought. "Nice."

I knew there was a bell right next to the door. Yet I knocked. It really makes no difference.

After half a minute of waiting, I heard someone on the other side coming up to the door. I heard something fall there. And then:

"Who is it?" a male voice asked.

"It's me... Phineas."

After I said this, several locks and chains on the door were unlocked, and the door was opened.

On the other side of the door, my dad was standing.