Peter Kirkland washed up on the beach with the morning sand dollars. He checked to make sure all his possessions were. When he was satisfied, the managed to muster a quick, sad smile as he closed his eyes. His head met the wet sand with a dull thud.
When he woke up it was because of the voices. Adult voices. He quickly shut his eyes again. intact
"Should we go through his bag? We might find something with his name on it..."
"Absolutely not! That's immoral and probably illegal!"
Yes, Adult Number Two was definitely his favorite. Don't go through my stuff.
"But we need to find his parents!"
Oh, craptastic. He'd have a hard time arguing with that, wouldn't he. He needed to distract them. Think, Peter! What does an American Accent sound like, again?
"Mmm... Where am I?"
"He's awake!"
"W-where...?"
"You're at social services. Just stay calm."
