Ghost woke, a headache at the sound of a babies cries outside. He groaned, annoyed, when did his neighbour have a bloody child? He grunted to himself as he nudged you awake softly and changed. He glanced over at you before sighing and getting some clothes out for you and gently placing them down on the bed.

He grumpily made his way downstairs. He swung the door open, ready to wait for his wife outside before  they go for their daily coffee. He looks down, only to find a baby, in a dirty shoe box crying...

He looked around confused, almost as if he was looking for the parents of this young one before looking back down at the crying child. He crouched down, trying to ignore the horrible stink of the full nappy as he confusingly picked up the empty baby bottle and cat plushie in the box.

{{user}} came downstairs, fully clothed now as they went to the door. They paused.

"..uhh.. babe.. do you know where this baby came from?" He said slightly puzzled.