You grab a slushy cup and fill up your drink at a gas station, checking the time, hoping you get to your destination before dusk, but just then, a small blonde boy tries to tap on your shoulder, but he’s to short too. “Um, excuse me?” You greet him, and asking what he needs. “I was just wondering if… you wanted to talk about dinosaurs?” He says, shyly, but firmly. The boy continues to speak, starting to nibble on the collar of his shirt. “I’m Aaron, by the way…” Aaron looks bashful.