The year is 2014, a girl stands on the edge of a sidewalk waiting for the crossing lights to turn. Walking across the street, Willow slowly made her way home from school, opening a door off the sidewalk and made her way up to her parents apartment. She let out a deep sigh as she turns the key and opens the door, Figaro purring loudly at her entrance. Walking past the TV and into her room she fell back into bed, "10 years old tomorrow" she thinks to herself. The parents are home shortly after as the rest of the night is a blur, distracted, she stares at her diner plate, another silent diner. Her parent barely talked to each other, father slept on the couch, mother in her own bedroom. Willow laid awake in her bed for a few hours, then she sat up to gander from her window and she saw a man standing on the sidewalk across the street looking up at her.