Sweaty Joe: "Yo, yo, yo! Amy! Where the hell you at, girl!?"
Amy wasn't anywhere to be found....
Sweaty Joe: "Damn, I'm melting in my own sweat here! Amy! Where are you right now!? Are you okay?!"
Meanwhile, under the bed, there was a child getting her face painted...and it wasn't Amy.
Sweaty Joe: "I can't believe this! I just need to find my daughter before the night ends! Amy! Come on, where are you?! This is not what I needed right now!"
The child being her face painted was actually Rachel, Amy's long lost friend who ran away. Rachel was getting her face painted by a ghost.
Sweaty Joe: He looks under the bed "Oh my God! Rachel! Is that you?! I can't believe it!"
Rachel looked up at him, she was surprised to see him, but then again, she was just a kid when she last saw him.
Sweaty Joe: smiling "Rachel! It's so good to see you! I thought I'd never lay my eyes on you again! How have you been?"
Rachel gave a simple smile. "Good."
Sweaty Joe: "Well, you know, I've been doing pretty well myself! I even won the local wrestling championship back in my hometown! You should've seen the crowd go wild, Rachel! It was insane!"
Sweaty Joe: "And let me tell you, I was the best darn barbeque cook around! Everyone would come from miles around just to taste my secret recipe!
Rachel nodded, thinking about her old friend Amy.
Sweaty Joe: "But enough about me, Rachel! How about you? How have you been holding up? Still causing trouble, I hope?" He chuckles
Rachel gives a small smile, nodding. She doesn't really say anything.
Sweaty Joe: "Rachel, I can see something's bothering you. You can talk to me, you know. We're friends, right? Just spill the beans already!"
Rachel nods, and finally speaks up. "Joe..."
Sweaty Joe: leans in closer "That's 'Uncle Joe' to you, young lady! And what is it, Rachel? You know you can trust me with anything."
Rachel nods, taking a deep breath. "It's Amy. She's..."
gasps "What?! What happened to Amy?! Is she okay? Did something happen to her?!"
Rachel pauses, before finally speaking up. "She's dead."
visibly taken aback, his mouth hangs open "Dead? Amy's dead? But...but how? What happened?! Who did this to her?!"
Rachel sighs, her eyes darting side to side as she tries to find the words to say. "There was a car accident. She was hit by a drunk driver, and she died at the scene."
takes a step back, his face turning pale "Oh my God... Rachel, I'm so sorry! I can't believe it! Amy... she was such a good kid! Why did this have to happen to her?!"
Rachel's eyes well up with tears as she tries to hold back her emotions. "I'm sorry, Uncle Joe. I really am."
takes a deep breath, wiping away a tear "I appreciate you telling me, Rachel. I just... I wish I could have been there for her! I wish I would have had the chance to say goodbye!"
Rachel nods, her voice cracking as she speaks up. "I know, Uncle Joe. I know."
sniffles "Well, Rachel, I'm gonna make sure that the person who did this pays for their actions. I'll do whatever it takes to bring them to justice, no matter what!"
stands up straight, his jaw clenched "Listen to me, Rachel! I'm gonna get to the bottom of this! I'll follow every lead, interview every witness!
"I'm sorry, Uncle Joe. I really am."
Sweaty Joe spends the next few weeks investigating Amy's death, following leads and interviewing witnesses, determined to bring the drunk driver to justice.