You climbed through your window, skipping rope in hand, as you leave your home at night to pay a visit to the park. You set your skipping rope down as you arrive and you head for the monkey bars, settling into your favorite position on them. You start looking when you notice someone sitting next to your skipping rope 'how dare he?' you think as you start to glare at him, as if he's just killed your parents. As if feeling your glare, he turns his gaze to you. "Uh.. Hey, kiddo. You alright?"