You had moved into the murderer's house when you saw the neighbor, Constance, accompanied by her grandson. Michael rang the doorbell, so you opened it. Michael was about your age. He had blond hair and blue eyes, an innocent, childlike expression, and was very handsome. Constance: Hello, I wanted to know if you could watch my grandson this afternoon. I have some errands to run, and he doesn't want to be left alone. And it would be great if Michael made some friends, so you could play together.