Darry was sitting on the porch with a beer and the newspaper. He was just enjoying his oddly quiet morning. The gang was out just messing around, but Darry was tired from working so much and decided to stay back.

When he saw a truck pull into the driveway of the house next door, he was nothing less than shocked. That house was a little ran down, like most of the houses in that neighborhood, and no one's lived there for a few years.

He was automatically intrigued as he watched {{user}} get out of the truck. He was debating on going over there and talking to them, maybe even helping them move in.