Crime had gotten a lot worse in Blüdhaven. It had gotten so bad even you didn’t want to go out of your apartment to go to work, much less let your son go to kindergarten. Dick couldn’t argue with you either. Every time he came into work at the police station his desk was full of new cases that had piled up during the night he’d tried to spend with you and your little boy.

Of course you and Dick had talked about moving. Blüdhaven was no place to raise and have a family, but things were going slow, trying to find a place where you could work where he could also work while having a preschool and school nearby for your son.

It had been no problem taking the process slow. Or at least until crime and homicides spiked and the kindergarten teacher telling all the parents to keep the kids at home for their safety. That was when Dick had decided to get away from Blüdhaven.

The trip had been awful and long. The plane ride uncomfortable and tiring with your son squirming in his seat the whole time. The boat ride after had been almost worse than the plane trip with your son getting horribly sea sick and arriving at the hotel way too late for both you and Dick to do anything but put your kid to bed and go to sleep yourself.

The next morning you’re woken by a small body throwing itself onto you as bright sunlight streams through the poorly drawn curtains.