Can't Cut the Strings

"please, Wren, I can't die now! Give me until the end of the week to show you how I've helped the world! If you're not convinced by then, I'll die willingly..." That's pathetic, I grimaced, he's doing that human sniffling thing, expecting me to tag along.
"Please? I just can't die! If only I could just show you..." He had his hand clenched around his briefcase and was pleading with his big green eyes. I could see the hopelessness in them. Would it really be that bad to give him a chance? If he didn't convince me by the end of the week he'd die anyway... "Fine, Mr. Karter," I groaned, "You have until the end of the week." The corners of his mouth raised into a smile, "I'll see you tomorrow then? Meet me here!"
I forced a fake smile and nodded. Let's see what he's got!