The cars and horns. The colors combining. My lack of strength. Everything tried to keep me from getting home. But I made it. Finally the huge glass doors were in front of me. Through the glass I saw Harold. I pushed hard. "Help me," I wanted to say. But I couldn't say anything. "Oh Jimmy. A dark, curly-haired boy left this envelope for you. He said to tell you- My God My boy - what's wrong here? Somebody help me He's fainted The boy is sick Call Mr. James upstairs. Someone please There's something wrong with Jimmy."