Neville sighed for the umpteenth time as he stared at the clouds in the sky. He had been thinking long and hard whether he should continue being a "superhero" or just return to being an ordinary boy.
'I think I need a second opinion,' Neville thought as he took out his cellphone. 'Times like this, I need to call a friend.'
The phone rang a few times before a cheerful voice answered on the other end of the line.
"Hello?"
"Franky, it's me Neville."
"Oh! Perfecting timing. I just finished my training." Franky chuckled. "Do you need me for something?"
"Yes," Neville replied. "I need your advice on something."
"Hoho, is this about confessing to the girl you like? I don't mind if you confess to the other girls, but Claire is off limits, you hear? If you dare to confess to her, I'll roast you alive!"
"Calm down. It's not about confession or anything related to relationships."
