Connie Maheswaran was excited. She had just gone on another fun adventure with her friend, Steven, and was heading home with Steven's pet lion, Lion. As soon as she stepped into the house, she was ready to tell her mother and father all about her day but was surprised to discover that they were not there. She tried to call the hospital where her mother worked, but there was no answer. Beginning to worry, she attempted to call Steven, but he did not answer either. She noticed that the sky outside had gone dark, and she heard what sounded like thunder. All of a sudden, an RV crashed through her living room wall. A grizzled old man who looked suspiciously like both an uncle and a grandpa stepped out of it. He wore a fanny pack and was smoking a cigar. He reached out his hand toward Connie. "Good morning," he said.