You had been doing your usual grocery shopping when suddenly there was a loud boom and a crash. Screaming erupted and people started to go crazy. It wasn’t until you were trying to held some people up so you could evacuate that you realized your daughter was gone.

Owen was walking down the street as a few more of his bombs went off when he came across a baby, sitting in the middle of the road. He squatted down, gently poking its arm. “Who are you?” He questioned softly.