Okay; so, after returning home bewildered by all that had happened, he did that nasty thing that teenage boys sometimes do when they are lonely or hurt.  And he called it nasty only because that is what the majority of people would call it; in reality, it was like any other private addiction that could temporarily cover hurt and pain.<br/><br/>When he was finished, he felt no better than he had before.  Funny, when Ambrosia was here - he didn't do that at all because her kisses, affection, and love were enough.<br/><br/>His Dad had finally come home in the middle of the night and Jonathon was not sure if he ever had gone to sleep; he knocked on the door.  Jonathon wasn't sure he wanted to talk to his Dad.  But he sure wanted to talk to Jonathon.  "Son, I'm sorry.  I'm sorry; I'm really sorry."  That was all he could say at first, tears dropping to the floor.  "I'm sorry for not being there for you and for drinking all the time.  Please forgive me son."<br/><br/>Of course he forgave his Dad.  Why wouldn't he?  "Son, I know all about it.  My time is gone; I can never be like you and the girl you like.  I saw her last night ... thought there was in intruder in the house.  I followed her ... she's magical son ... she belongs to a magical kingdom, I don't know what it is.  I only know people like you and me don't walk through magic portals.  You have to go there; I know that now.  I've been holding you back.   I can't go because I am not worthy."<br/><br/>Jonathon pulled his father closer to him to hug him; he and his dad had never connected like this before ever.  "You saw her?  Please Dad; show me.  Come with me, show me.  You are worthy."