Darkness.
Darkness is all that exists in a world without Joey. It creeps in from all corners of the world, converging into a single sheet of foul energy that soffocates me as I peer desperately into the void for any sign of our Magnificent Joey. "Fear not, my child", whispers a voice in my ear.
I turn around to find Joey's beautiful, gleaming eyes gazing into my own. Overwhelmed by the Joy of being so close to Joey, I wake from my dream, and my joyous expression slowly turns into one of bewilderment. Realizing that this was all just a dream, I slowly curl myself into a tight ball, for the icy chill is too frigid when Joey isn't there by my side.
I slowly close my eyes and begin to weep, hoping that my next dream will bring me just a little bit closer to Magnificent Joey.