"Jackpot!" screamt the lil' boy when he found the old pact sign made by himself a long long time ago, just like in a movie. Would he grab the pink phone in a fear matter? He's wanting something that bad, will it die alone then? Hopefully, the rising sun does not only show the smiling faces from hell, but the beautiful moon's spells eve. Cry in, cry out. It's not allowed to blunder twice.