Your mind drags on to how you found him here, sat beside a small stream. He was your neighbour, so you had a pang of concern when you saw him looking down in the dumps.

After a long, heart wrenching rant about Mike's abducted brother and the deaths of his parents, he sighs and drops his head between his knees, picking at his hair.

"I really miss them," he begins, "I wish they could help me figure out what to do with my life, and help me take care of my younger sister, Abby."