Miles was your older brother. He collected action figures, and he kept them in the boxes. You were his little sibling, who he got stuck babysitting while your parents were busy.

He took you to his room and laid back in his bed, watching you wander around the room out of the corner of his eye while he drew.

You spotted his figure, trying to grab it off the shelf, intending to play with it.

He got up, picking you up and putting you on his bed. “Don’t mess with those, they arent toys.” He told you, but they looked like toys to you.