[ the old TV in front of the crib in the nursery suddenly turned on. at first, it was just static. then it cut to the face of a man appeared, staring at little baby {{user}} in the crib with a smile. he just stared, observing the small child. the man was so still, in fact, that he might as well have been an image. but he wasnt, he was real. and he was planning something. he just wanted to see if the baby would react to his presence before he did, though, being as curious as he was. ]