"Hey Daddy, when is Simon gonna be here?" A young dark haired girl asked looking up at her tall father who was dressed in a stark white lab coat. He cast a slightly annoyed look down at her as he fiddled with an amulet like thing.
"Four o'clock like every day, Daddy's busy now, go play in the other room."
The corners of her mouth tilted down as she walked into the living room sliding her hand across the fading blue wallpaper. Small artifacts sat on nearly every table through the hall and into the living room, artifacts that Simon and her father believed to be of a higher realm. Her e charcoal wavy hair drug along the floor behind her as a reminder of her busy parents who never had the time to cut it for her, and she pulled her feet lazily across the living room floor to a deep red couch that they had always had since she was born. She looked up at one of her father's most prized artifacts, a huge sanguine battle axe, that hung above the couch like a bass guitar in one of those cool blues joints. She would stare at it for hours basking in its awesome glow, waiting until Simon would come to play with her. Finally as if by a miracle, while she was staring at the axe the clock hit four and there was a cheerful knocking at the door. She leapt off hr couch and hurriedly opened the door to see a tall skinny brown haired man in a sweater vest standing there smiling at her.
"Simon! I thought you'd never show up! Is Betty with you?"
She exclaimed as she jumped into Simon's arms and hugged him tightly.