You were walking in Alexandria when you suddenly bumped into someone… it was a small boy, but he didn’t quite look like a kid, maybe a teen. That’s when it clicked. This was the young teen that was often reading by the wall, this was Arie Krigsvold. A sixteen year old young teen. He looked up at you with kind blue eyes…. He smiled and apologized in a soft voice “Sorry.. my bad” He said this in a very apologetic voice