A year has passed since I defeated the Shadow Emperor. I still haven't recovered from Gatsby's sacrifice. My mental stability has been deteriorating since then. I started talking to the skeleton crows that I can summon, and I even named them. I am lying on my bed, and I am still crying over the loss of Gatsby. Two of the skeleton crows are in the room with me. One of them speaks: "It's been a year, and you're still crying about Gatsby? Just grow up already and move on."

"Shut the hell up, Fluffy," I respond. The other crow continues the conversation: "Fluffy is right. Crying isn't going to bring him back. Go find another boyfriend or something." "Spot, I will send you back into the Necromancy book if you ever insult Gatsby like that again," I reply. Okay, I'm definitely going insane. Spot didn't even say anything bad about Gatsby; he's just trying to help me.

Suddenly, a third skeleton crow enters the room. "Hey Nick, I saw Tom. He's on his way here right now." I haven't spoken to Tom since I left West Egg a year ago. "Thanks for the information, Sparkles." Unlike the other two crows, Sparkles isn't an asshole. She's obviously my favorite. I pick her up, and I start petting her. Suddenly, I heard some knocking on my window. I put Sparkles on the ground, then I approach the window and open it. Tom is on the other side, and he waves at me.

"What's up Nick? Long time no see," he says. "Gatsby…" I say. "What?" he says. Dammit, this is the most awkward conversation I've ever had. Fluffy then jumps onto the windowsill and speaks to Tom: "Hey Tom, Nick is still being a depressed piece of garbage."

Tom looks at Fluffy, and then he looks at me. "Nick, let's go eat at Burger King. It'll make you feel better." Before I have the chance to say anything, he grabs me and pulls me outside through the window. "Stop! I don't even have my shoes on yet!" Tom continues to pull me towards the direction where Burger King is. His grip is tight; I'm being forced to walk on the hard rocks with my bare feet.

In the corner of my vision, I see Sparkles carrying a pair of shoes to me, and she gives them to me. "Thanks Sparkles," I say. I then put the shoes on to prevent these sharp-ass rocks from cutting my feet. Tom continues pulling me towards Burger King, and Sparkles goes back to my house.

As we continue walking, Tom starts speaking to me: "So, what have you been doing for the past year?" "I don't know… My life doesn't mean anything without Gatsby… He was everything to me…" I say. "Nick, everyone experiences death in this world. You'll just need to accept it and move on sometimes." Some tears start rolling down my face.

Suddenly, Burger King comes into sight. Tom enters it while still dragging me along with him. Surprisingly, there is no line. Tom walks up to the cashier. "Welcome to Burger King. What would you like?" the cashier asks. Tom looks at the menu for a few seconds before deciding: "I'll have a Triple Whopper Deluxe™ with extra onions, a Bacon Cheeseburger with extra cheese, a Beef Taco Supreme with extra pickles and no cheese, two large Coca-Colas with extra ice, three extra-large curly fries, 24-piece Chicken Nuggets with mustard, one medium Onion Rings with barbecue sauce, a large Chocolate Shake, a medium Vanilla Shake with extra ketchup, and a 12-piece Salmon Sashimi with teriyaki wasabi sauce."

I feel bad for this cashier. He has to input all of this unnecessary data because Tom is being such a fatass. The cashier then looks at me. "And what would you like?" What would I like? "Gatsby…" I say. The cashier looks confused. "I'm sorry, what?" "Gats—" Tom interrupts me: "What he means to say is just a cheeseburger with medium fries, and a medium drink."

The cashier then inputs the data. "Your total is $102.74." Tom inserts his credit card into the card reader, and the payment is successful. The cashier hands him the receipt. "Your order number is 20. Go sit anywhere, and your food will be there shortly."

Tom is still gripping my arm as if I'm going to run anywhere. "Come on Nick, let's go sit at that table over there." Tom then drags me towards the tables. I notice two people sitting at a table. One of them is some dude wearing sunglasses, and he has a scarf covering the lower half of his face. I can instantly recognize the other one: it's Jordan Baker. Tom also notices them, and he speaks: "Oh, what's up Jordan? Long time no see." Tom then sits at the table with her, forcing me to sit next to him.

Jordan speaks to us. "Oh, hi Tom and Nick. What brings you here?" Tom speaks: "Oh, nothing much. We're just going out on a dinner night. I could ask you the same; why are you here in Nebraska?"

Jordan looks at us, and she takes off her backpack and opens it, revealing a set of golf clubs and some golf balls. "I'm here for the doubles golf tournament tomorrow. Here's my partner." She looks at the weird guy who is covering his face. "He's kind of shy, so he covers his face in public places."

Tom speaks to the weird guy: "Oh, you're hiding your identity? I'll just uncover it right now!" Tom then pulls out his Magic 8 Ball, and draws Texcalibur from it. Dammit, Tom is such an idiot. He swings Texcalibur at the weird guy, as if he's trying to cut his facial accessories off. Surprisingly, Tom actually managed to barely scrape the surface of the sunglasses and the scarf, causing them both to fall off.

I can see the weird guy's face now. I am very surprised: "HOLY SHIT, YOU'RE PRESIDENT FRANKLIN ROOSEVELT!" I say. The president speaks: "Yeah, I kind of didn't want people to see me in a place like this. It would draw unnecessary attention."

Tom speaks: "What's the President of the United States doing here?" Jordan responds: "He's my partner for the golf tournament."

A server then comes with our food, and they place it on our table. Tom's food almost falls over due to how much he ordered. As we're eating our food, Roosevelt and Jordan explain the significance of the golf tournament.

Roosevelt speaks: "This isn't just an ordinary golf tournament. It's an international golf tournament to bring us closer to world peace. The whole world was shaken by the Great War from twenty years ago. Two representatives from each country will all come here to Nebraska to participate in a nice game of golf. It's a small, but necessary step to ensure that a second war won't start. By making all the nations more friendly with each other, they will have fewer reasons to fight against each other."

I finished eating half of my burger as President Roosevelt was explaining the golf tournament. I look over at Tom, and I see that he already finished eating all of his food. Tom speaks: "That's cool, maybe I'll watch it. Are you coming, Nick?" I don't really want to go to a golf tournament. "No, I think I'll just stay home in my bed and keep crying to my skeleton crows," I say. Tom stares into my soul: "Nick Carraway. You will go watch the golf tournament with me tomorrow. I am restricting your freedom to have a choice in this matter. You will come with me whether you want to or not." "Alright, I guess I'll go with you," I say.

Jordan adds to the conversation: "Good. I'll see you two there. Oh, I forgot to mention something. The prize for the tournament winner will be a magical genie lamp that can grant three wishes. I'll let you have one of the wishes if you want." Holy shit. Wishes? I could use one of those to revive Gatsby! I start thinking about what I'd do after asking the genie to bring Gatsby back to life, and I start blushing a little.

I say "Yes, that would be nice of you to share one of your genie wishes with me." Alright, I'm going to watch that golf tournament tomorrow, and I'll hope that Jordan and President Roosevelt win. I feel my body fill up with hope, banishing away every single drop of depression inside of me.

President Roosevelt puts the scarf and sunglasses back on his face. Jordan and President Roosevelt then stand up from the table, and they start walking out. "Bye," says Jordan. They both exit Burger King, and Tom and I also exit. I see them get into a private helicopter, and they fly away.

Tom speaks: "Nick, is it okay if I sleep at your house tonight?" I respond: "Sure." We then walk back to my house. When we get to my house, we enter it. Sparkles, Fluffy, and Spot are all perched on an artificial tree that I have set up for them. They are all in a "hibernation" mode. I can't really call it "sleeping" because they don't even have eyes to close. Tom and I walk past them, and we go into my bedroom.

"I only have one bed, so we'll have to share it," I say to Tom. Tom starts blushing. "That's alright Nick. I prefer sleeping with men." We then get into the bed together. We both get under the same blanket, and we also share a pillow. I close my eyes, and I fall asleep in a few seconds.

As I sleep, I enter a weird dream. In the dream, I look around, and I see someone. It's Daisy Buchanan. What's she doing here? I notice that she's also standing with a scary-looking man. Suddenly, Daisy and the weird man fuse together, and they turn into a strange demon. I see several ghost-like objects start flying into the demon. The demon then stabs me in the chest, and I die.

I quickly wake up from the nightmare. Tom is in the bed next to me, and he speaks to me: "Is everything okay, Nick?" I respond: "Yeah, I just had a weird nightmare. Goodnight." I then go back to sleep with the golf tournament on my mind.