We had fun throwing toilet paper all over the place. Really, a whole lotta fun. Turns out the football stadium has a tourist attraction. We used the cameras to take photographs of ourselves being silly and a couple nice photos. At one point Loki took me into the photo-booth so he could get the pictures right after we took them.

Now we are on the stage drinking soda and having a burping contest.

So far Loki is winning.

"Emily, that is a four," Loki said.

I take a sip from my soda shaking my head.

"Yes, it is," Loki said.

I take the straw out of my mouth.

"Bu-rp," I burp, highly.

"Five," Loki said.

I hand the soda out to Loki.

"I have a far better idea," Loki said, shaking his hand.

"Teeeelll meeee," I said,taking back the soda.

"Spray paint the field," Loki said.

My eyes lit up.

"Brilliant idea," I said.

"I know it is," Loki said.

We get to the janitors room then get out several spray paint from the shelves. There are several clean up supplies varying in design but most of the stick parts stood out like witch brooms. I dropped the soda into the nearby trash can feeling giddy about ruining the football field. Loki made a jeep made of ice appear at the opening to the football field letting me drive it while he did the work.

To be honest this is the best night ever.

"Left, again!" Loki shouts back.

I take a turn to the turn left having fun.

"Now right!" Loki shouts as the sound of spray paint landing on the grass is music to my ears.

I tap my fingers on the wheel skating past the endless covered row of bleaches covered in toilet paper. Tonight so far has been one of the funniest nights I ever had being with Loki asides to what else we did previously. Loki laughs clicking on the spray paint amused probably by the image we are making. When he laughed, I laughed, and laughter became contagious in the field. I didn't want this moment to end.

I never wanted it to end.

One moment Loki is laughing and the next he is coughing. I park alongside the barriers to the bleachers Loki gets off the back end to the jeep trembling. He is not coughing because of laughter but an entirely different reason. A strange feeling came over me foretelling that he is ill. Loki may have pale skin but I believe he cannot get much paler because if he did then that would be quite the picture. It would be like seeing through a ghost. Or him being so bright seeing Loki run would end up resulted in the loss of eyesight because of nearby mirrors reflecting his figure.

"Loki, are you okay?" I ask.

Loki clear his throat.

"My throat feels dry," Loki said, his voice changing. "This time my aging is worse than last..."

Loki fell, but I caught him into my arms.

I look up into the sky.

"Heimdall," I said. "Take us to Asgard!"

Perhaps the healers on Asgard can help Loki get through the aging process than how he is doing it alone. Then bright yellow blinds my eyes. I had to shield my eyes using my free hand while the surroundings slowly change. The jeep of ice shatters into pieces that melt into the grass. Loki is not going to like where he finds himself. I have to break the truth to him when he is awake.

I am sorry, Loki.