The next day I went to the library with Joey, thinking I would find answers, but all I found was. Well, you'll find out.

"So d'you think you're just gona' look this up on the internet?"
"Well, yeah! That's the plan. These days, you can find anything on the internet! Check it out." He sat down at one of the computers, changed the web page to google, and typed in 'Larry boulavard.' "Voila!"
Good, only four matches. I clicked on "Obituaries Alive: Larry Boulavard." On the front page there was an article:

Man comits suicide in sub-way, but could there be more?

Larry Boulavard, age 42, died today after jumping in front of a sub- way train. Experts are confinded as to why. But, we have received some information that there may be a supernatural reason at play. Jason Beaterman, a friend of larry, reports* "He said he saw someone in the sub- way, someone who looked like a man but acted as though he was in another place, almost like a ghost would. He kept saying it was a sign or something, but I never believed him untill now." The polices only speck of evidence is that Harry was at the public library five hours before the incident. This has only led to dead ends according to the detectives.

Our hard-working reasearch team has concluded that the ghost in question is named Larry Tuck and is quite famous among campfire stories. Most of which cicrle around real deaths. It is noted as a sign of death if he is able to see you. Myth? I think not.

We also have information from an eye-witness. She states "I was there, I saw the devil 'imself push 'im over the tracks like a little ragdoll. It's going to be hell to pay for New York City. HELL TO PAY!"

Clearly this is a cry for help. If you have any more information on the Boulavard case, please contact us at 797-8945.

Raechel Crow, Morning News

I sat there, staring at the monitor. Once more it was real. Once more I was helpless. Once more, My mind flashed back to larry.
"You're not going to believe that cock-a-bull story are ya? That womman wsa a raving lunitick! 'HELL TO PAY!'' he mimmicked her like some one from an insane asylum. "Sounds like someone had a few too many to drinks if you know what I mean." He tipped his hand in the jovial "bottoms- up" gesture.
"No. She's completely fake," I said turning around, "but the rest of it. look at it. It's all there black and white, just as the ledgend says."
"Are you going to believe that lunitick?" he leaned on the table beside me.
"She wasn't there!" I said. I paused, not sure if I should tell him about the dream. "Ah- I mean..."
"What are you saying? You think that you were there?"
"It just..."
"...And how did you find that name?"
"It seems so real that..."
"You're not much of a lier, Tony."
I looked at the floor a while. "Okay, I've been having these nightmares, men dying of thirst, a woman being crushed to death,and then Harry Boulavard. He was the clearest one."
"And you saw boulavard go to the library, right?"
"Yea, the library." I felt a little strange. Any normal person wouldn't have caught on that quickly. I can't sell him short, he was a little sharper than most of the hoods off the street, but he wasn't that quick. I wasn't sure what was going on, but I knew one thing: I had never told him more than what I just told you now. Something was going on with him. I could see it in those shady, auburn eyes of his. He knew too much. But, how? I thought. Nevermind. It's probably nothing. Besides, when has he ever been through something like this? Not Joey.
Tony, you worry about others too much. I said to myself. C'mon, let's see if we can't find anything usefull.
We searched for hours. I couldn't find much, only more (and more) proof that I was right about the story, that I was going to die.

Here it is, the beginning to the end of life as Tony knows it. All he can do now is live, and wait. But of coarse, waiting isn't interesting enough for a story!

This is where I need your help: What do you live for? What could possibly be important enough to make Tony afraid of death? Why does he want to live?
I would apreciate any comments, suggestions, or just plain ramblings. It should only take a moment of your time.
Now, review!