Where'd All The Time Go?

Joe the Dog 2.0

As Joe the dog walked down the street, the shadows danced around him.

It was far too late to walk comfortably, so Joe the dog had to walk with a certain speed and thoughtfulness.

Yet, the pains of tiredness numbed his mind, which he desperately attempted to keep sharp and awake.

Blocks of gray concrete were lit up by stale yellow lights.

The only thing in the sky which Joe the dog could see was the white moon, which for today, as if it was a special occasion, shined brightly as a perfect circle.

The rest of the night sky stood a dull gray and the stars were buried in the idle smog and lack of color of the city.

Filthy smells and toxic smoke clogged Joe's lungs.

But on and on did Joe the dog march in the desolate repetition of rectangles and black windows.

At last, Joe the dog stopped. In front of him stood the final boss.

His mother.

"Joe the dog, you've been a very naughty boy. Tsk. Tsk." The mother croaked as her unusually large neck resembled that of a certain amphibian.

Eyes sank deep into her fat face as she stared into the soul of Joe the Dog.

Suddenly sweat dripped down the neck of Joe the dog.

It was the first time in 10 years since Joe the dog's mother died.

He did not believe his eyes or his mind.

Yet what stood in front of Joe the dog was unequivocally his mother.

She smiled at him.

Something was wrong.

But right before the evil could reveal itself, Joe the dog awoke.

Bad dreams two nights in a row.

As Joe the dog tossed around in his bed all he could do was wonder.

What did it all mean?