You gaze sadly at the ice cream on the floor, you've been craving tat specific ice cream for a whole week—now you're craving...murder.

"Are you alright?" a soft, slightly raspy voice asks.

You look up, instead of the little gremlin who knocked you down along with your ice cream, you see a blonde woman instead.

"Sometimes Henry gets excited at meeting new people, I'm truly sorry" the blonde apologizes.

"I'm JJ. Jennifer." she says, extending a hand.

"This is my son, Henry" she adds as you shake her hand.

She gently pats Henry on his shoulder, motioning towards the ruined ice cream on the floor.

"I'm sorry" The kid, Henry, apologizes in a small voice.

JJ smiles softly, looking at you expectantly.