As the sky above swirled with the intense mixture of grey and lavender strikes, claps of thunder can be heard from hundreds of kilometers away. Below the uncalm weather lay a cold and deserted area. A thunderstorm was raging, at full peak now, and rain clattering down like hooves beating.

The area below laid the outlines of rope and plastic, in various shapes and sizes. It was a small park, cozy and placed in with around everything from slides to swings, the ground damp and muddy. Its surroundings consisted of lush trees, thickets of bushes and flora, and damped paths that lead far away to a city which is famous for its buildings built at tremendous heights.

Through the slice of noises of the thundering weather was a soft and meek sob, one that could only be produced by a little girl. It was as faint as the fog that had just settled in.

It came from a small blue tunnel, with faded yellow patches of paint that used to be bright and clear. Inside lay a small huddled form, clutching onto a somewhat round, red and white object, tightly. The figure was shaking slightly; a drop of substance containing depression fell from her round, sapphire eyes which are now fogged up with tears. Her short and stumpy figure convinced many that her age ranges from eight to nine, or perhaps younger. Her name was stealth to many, but a clear 'Jeannie' was always remembered in her big brother's mind. Was.

"Brother," She sobbed in a soft and gentle accent, "where are you…" As she rubbed the tears that started to trickle down her rosy and flushed cheeks. Chocolate brown hair strands were pulled around her face, messily, as the rest of her was wrapped in a pink jacket and blue jeans. "Why do all of you have to leave me? Why? Why…! Now all I have left is Ayna!" She peered into the object she was clutching all this while, the form inside lowered its head down in sadness as tears started to spurt from its trainer's eyes again.

The rain lasted all evening, through the starless night, and the girl hadn't slept one wink. She had planted a deep will in her heart, a will to be like the others, a will to escape from the dreadful orphanage that makes you eat gruel and disgusting muesli. A will that must be done…