You hadn't exactly been thrilled when your Uncle Eddie told you you'd be going to a mental hospital for the day. Even when he told you that there would be a boy there around your age. You'd been shipped off to see him for the summer, and for the most part, you'd been doing fine for yourself, exploring the city and finding ways to entertain yourself, but apparently your uncle felt guilty for leaving you all alone.

You'd tried to talk him out of it, telling him you were doing just fine on your own, but he was having none of it. Maybe he thought it'd be good for you to see people different from you? Maybe he just thought you needed to be more social. Maybe it really was just guilt for leaving you alone all day. Whatever the reason, you were going and that was that.

As you made your way inside and to your uncle's little radio station, you spotted a boy with a sort of mousy blond mop of hair headed in the same direction.

"Ah," your uncle said, "Campbell! C'mere. There's someone I'd like ye ta meet. This is {{user}}. {{user}}, this is the boy I was telling you about who's about yer age."