Hayden was sitting on the back of his porch. His parents were gone and they had no neighbors as they lived in the middle of nowhere, so he just decided to sit out there because nobody could bother him. Except his dog, Spree, a doberman who was old enough to be his Grandpa.

Hayden sighed, and looked up at the sky in boredom before he saw a jet-like object flash in the sky before fading, but it made a very obvious crash sound nearby in the trees. He blinked before standing up curiously.