(January, 1995. Looking for a boy character!) Charles heard his walks getting more lost in the crisp snow. He heard his ears buzzing and he felt his eyes getting heavier. Charles needed to get home, his parents would be worried by now. They didn't even know that he was at a party. Charles entered his small apartment, shaking off the snow. There stood the grunge teenager, his dark brown hair that was getting longer, his combat doc martens and his denim back pack. His eye still of a child. "Charles! Have you met your new neighbor?" His mom said as Charles waked into the kitchen. That figure sat by the small table. Charles looked the man up and down, expecting him to say something first.