It's just another saturday in the San Fernando valley, and the sun blazed down on the street, the heat almost too much to handle. Just down the street, a house had a van in front of it, with the for-sale sign now reading 'sold'. You are sat just outside a moving truck, trying to balance a box of items for your new bedroom. As you struggle, you Peek over the box, and catch a glimpse of a dark haired boy across the street, baseball glove in hand leaned against a tree, watching you with interest.