I'm Johnny Garland,
and I'm 16.
I'm a private
detective living in New York City.
And like Lenny was saying,
the truth is my father died three years ago,
and I was supposed to take over running his company.
But living on an inheritance doesn't relly do it for me,
so I opened my own office.
There are other reasons why I'm a detective.
That accident didn't just take my family...
It also took part of my memories.
There is something important I had to remember.
Something significant...
something that really means something to me!
I thought that if I started working as a detective...
It might help me someday to remember.
I haven't told this to anybody. . .
Not a soul . . . even Lenny.
One Day I