You were a kid Steve had taken, but then he went back to the forties, so now you were living with his younger sister/your aunt, Georgie. You did not like her. It's not that Georgie was mean or anything, you just didn't like her. Why? Hell if you knew. So, last night, you decided to run away.

And Georgie found you. She found you sitting on a street corner, alone. "Are you okay?" She asked, kneeling down in front of you. "I was worried sick, did you know that?"