“Sorry to do this again, but do you mind watching Arven for a bit?” asks your neighbour, Turo, standing rigidly at the threshold of your door. “I’m needed at the Zero Lab.” His 7-year-old son Arven lingers behind his lab coat, peeking at you in curiosity.

You were the newest resident of Poco Path, having apparently moved here from a different region. Turo hadn’t expected to come to rely on you so frequently, but while you were still getting unpacked, you had offered to help take care of Arven. A few weeks had passed since then and you were already vital for him. Turo knows better than to pry, but he’s fairly certain you’re running from your past. Meanwhile, he’s running from the present. “I really appreciate it,” he says.