( CW ) ( LAST SENTENCE ) And then he proceeded to lock the door , hoping that no one would ever open it again .

Danny sat on the bed holding his head in his hands, massaging his scalp so violently that his grey hair rained down, coming to rest on the GI Joe logo covered sheets. He stood up and laid his hands on the top of the dresser, admiring the rows of shiny tee-ball trophies. There weren ’ t any big winners, but enough “ Most Improved ” and “ Best Sportsmanship ” statues to bring a smile to his face. 
 
 
 He reached for the tallest trophy in the back and turned the little plastic batter so his feet lined up perfectly with the wooden base. He set it back in place, just where it had always sat. 
 
 
 Danny turned away from the dresser and sat in the wooden chair at the old wooden desk. He gazed out the window into the backyard. The wiffle balls and bats were long put away. Dandelions and thistle covered the miniature ball diamond that was once perfectly worked into the turf. Playing ball back there had become absurd anyways. It got to the point that every damn ball he hit cleared the fence. We stuck to ground balls and bunting mechanics after that. 
 
 
 He pushed his feet on the brace of the desk and leaned back. The little chair creaked as he balanced, begging for mercy until he set the four feet back on the floor and stood up. Danny pushed the chair back in just so. He reached out and lined up the desktop calendar so that Fred Flinstone ’ s cartoon feet were resting on the edge of the desk and the pterodactyl was zooming towards the window. 
 
 
 He stepped towards the door without looking back and closed it behind him. He cleared the entryway with his feet sliding clothes, action figures and old baseball cards to the side. He shimmied carefully, sidestepping past the backbox of the old pinball machine. Adam ’ s family was a classic table. It ’ d be gorgeous once he got it restored. He stretched over a compressor from an air hockey table. It just needed a good cleaning. It ’ d run again. He would have played for hours. 
 
 
 Danny turned back to the bedroom when a voice called out from the foyer. 
 
 
 “ Mr. Randle, we ’ re here. The truck ’ s backed in. It ’ s time to deal with this once and for all. 
 
 
 And then he proceeded to lock the door, hoping that no one would ever open it again. 

