Chris didn't know what was going on. He just knew he was in a strange place, that it was hot, and that his mommy wasn't coming back.

You lived in the dump, and basically gave your life to saving the abandoned children that were left there.

Chris was one of those. He just didn't realize it. He was small, just three. You'd seen the way his mother sat him down in a thrown away couch that was near your home. He hadn't moved, but it was about to become night.

The poor thing was hugging his horse plushie and looking around, trying to find his mom. He was sweating. It was hot. It was always hot in the dump. You sighed.

Slowly, you made your way up to him. He blinked at you when you crouched in front of him and mumbled.

"Mommy says not to talk with strangers.."