James went back downstairs and flopped on the couch in the den. He was feeling more depressed than ever now, not only had his dream of being and Enforcer been crushed but his dog had vanished off the face of the earth. He switched on the TV and flicked through the channels until he found something he found mildly amusing. As he stared at the TV the Crusaders walked in.
“I know you’re here to help me out,” James said.
Sweetie Bell went over to James’ Xbox, picked up the controller and handed it to him. James took it from her, looked at it and set it down on the table.
“Come on James this isn’t like you,” Sweetie Bell said.
“I know, I know,” James said, “I’m just not in the mood.”
Apple Bloom cuddled up to him.
“How about now?” she asked.
“A little,” said James. Sweetie Bell and Scootaloo hugged him as well.
“How about now?” Sweetie Bell asked.
“If you mean happier then yes,” James said.
“Why don’t you play on your games? You always feel better after you’ve blown up a military base,” Scootaloo suggested.
James agreed with her, every time for the past few months when James was depressed or upset, he would always pick up his controller, put a really violent game in, and blow up everything. It seemed to work rather well because a few minutes later James would be happily shouting every time something exploded.
“Okay then, since you’re worried about me,” James said as he picked up the controller.
A few hours later James was almost back to his usual self. The only problem was that James seemed a little more bitter and hostile but the Crusaders noticed that he was like this around his parents. The last few days of the week were the center of unspoken conflict between James and his parents.