The pond's gentle ripples beckoned him. Peering into the water, Joey saw a muddy reflection of himself; he saw a competent technical writer, he saw a capable part-time detective, yet he couldn't quite see what he really wished he could see.
Joey pondered whether Miss Diddi's words of encouragement for Lars could just as well have applied to him. As dusk crawled across his reflection, Joey's mind quietly echoed the words, "you must not give up on your art...you must not give up on your dreams..."