He brushed the hair from his face, shaking his head as he did so. The boy watched the scene, holding a jacket over one shoulder, a bored, yet concerned look on his face. He couldn't have been much more than maybe in his late teens, early twenties, yet he was watching the fires blaze together, just standing there. "I try my best…" he whispered to himself, blinking sadly at the flames erupting the city. The boy had ruffled dusty blond hair, gentle blue-green eyes, and freckles dotted across his face. He was maybe around five-foot-nine, maybe ten.

"Landon?" a voice called from behind the boy, a gentle female voice, "Are you ready for your treatment?"

The boy turned around at the sound of the voice, staring blankly at the woman that stood there. She had wavy brown hair that reached just below her shoulders, a soft face full of kindness, and welcoming blue eyes. "That…that sounds great…" the boy replied, quietly starting to walk to the woman, who held a hand out to the boy. He gently took her hand, quietly following her to a black van that was sitting not too far away from them.