The beginning.The smoke curled into fantastical shapes as Little Timothy watched enchanted by it. It was everywhere. The smoke slowly enveloped the alley in which he stood. "Another building brought down ", thought Little Timothy. He quietly headed home from his routine evening stroll. The way Neon city is slowly encroaching upon the slums reminded him of the way in which water slowly absorbs anything which is smaller than the volume of the water. He walked slowly since he had no intention to get home any minute sooner and face a barrage of rather depressing sights, smells, and swear words. He looked up in the sky to see a zeppelin with an advertising of a new kind of depression medicine that promised to " make all your negative thoughts go away ". Little Timothy is a curious boy of ten who is one of the first one to ask questions in class, and irritated his already irritated parents with multitude of questions.
Little Timothy's life has been rather short and depressing story so far. His one highlig