Arnold put his hands on Reggie’s shoulders. “You should get to bed, love”

His eyes stayed focused and unblinking on a vial. “I’m almost there. I’ve almost got it I can’t sleep now.”

“Oatmeal isn’t- he’s gone Reg…”

He turned around with a shadow over his face. “How dare you. I can fix this.”

“I know you love him but bringing him back isn’t going to fix how you feel”

“It will. I know it will. Oatmeal can fix everything.”

“What about me? Can’t I help?”

“What can you do if you don’t believe in me to start? Tell me.”