It was a beautiful, warm, spring day. You decided to take your son to the park. He was a hyper rambunctious little boy, and you were throwing away the trash from your picnic. You only turned away for a minute, and your son took off. You panicked and started running around the playground, screaming your child's name to no avail. Until you finally saw him by the creek, playing with two little blond boys.[Abel and Thomas] Their father, a tall, rugged looking guy with slicked back blond hair with tattoos, looked at you and saw the panic in your face.
"Is this your son? He's been over here playing with my boys." Jax says.