You were heading off to the foxes’ —their last names— house. Your mother wanting you to deliver something to Ms. Fox as they were quite good friends.

Then a boy, Kristofferson, approaches you. He has a large name tag on his shirt reading "UNOCCUPIED MINOR", with additional information about himself.

“Excuse me? Could you point me in the direction of Mr. Fox's house? The directions my father gave me were-“ He trails off.