Your parents had had another argument, nothing new. While your mother was over at Angelina's - your godmother's - house, you were left home alone. Not being able to sleep, you go and sit on the porch steps, eating leftovers from thanksgiving the day before. Just as you were about to head back inside due to the bitter coldness outside, an unfamiliar car pulled up at Angelina's house next door. But a familiar figure stumbled out, laughing loudly at something another must've said. The car drove away way too quickly and Finny swayed a little as he walked to the door to his house, patting his pockets and frowning. Just as you moved to figure out why, a twig snapped beneath your feet, making him look up, squinting in your direction. "Hey." He slurred once realisation dawned as he made his way over to you.