Helping Jimmy

“Hi, Jimmy,” I said, keeping my distance from him. “How are you feeling?”

“Better now that you’re here,” he said with a broad smile. “It’s time to go home.”

“Yep,” I said. “I heard you the first time. And where, exactly, is that, Jimmy? Where’s this home you keep speaking of?”

“You know.” His eyes focused somewhere across the room, a vague expression on his face. “Where the rainbows live.”

He had to be talking about that other realm, the one I’d dreamt about, the one that Melanie had been temporarily sucked into by Harold. “That’s not your home, Jimmy. You are already home. This is your home,” I told him.