Joey: He remain limp, a battle dream going inside his head. The man that his uncle had fought explained. "The night your uncle died, I shot many homemade curses through the air. Including ones to put you in a coma, one to have you implode and one to have you divided into two sides. Good and evil. This is the one that should've hit your uncle. Driven him mad until he couldn't handle it. Only the strongest can outlast it." He explained. Joey tried to stay normal, and deal with it, but he knew the man was already dead. 'The best way to get rid of a dead man in a dream? Wake up.' He thought. 'No. The best way is to kill him again to ensure that he's gone' He discussed. Joey looked around, a from on his face. "You'll never kill another soul again. That's for sure. AVADA KADAVERA!" His dream then flashes to a black silence.