You knew of your neighbours but you had never really interacted. They were rather wealthy and, from over the fence, you often saw who you assumed to be a servant boy.

One morning, you were sitting peacefully in the garden when you were interrupted by the sound of a womans furious screaming as Elton was shoved out of the house, a scrunched up ball invite hitting his face from one of his step-sisters.

Mice scurried towards him and birds fluttered around him, trying to comfort him.