Jonathon didn't know what to do; sure, his dad had called him many times before speaking incoherent words.  He wished he was getting yelled at for not doing his chores, perhaps he could understand what he was saying.  But for the first time, he heard his dad say, "help me, please".  And now, his best friend of all was crying uncontrollably.  He knew he was losing her, he didn't want to believe it.  Yet on the other hand, someone else he loved wanted his help.  Not knowing what to do, he brushed aside Ambrosia's hair.  He wiped away her tears and smiled as best as he could.  "I need to check on my Dad ... I need to talk to you.  Please come with me."  He was not sure his smile was calming enough to her.