Nico's P.O.V.

The day ended unexpectedly.

I was walking, (well, trudging...hey! I was tired!) when I started to feel not so good...So I turned into a dark alley, and collasped.

I know what you're thinking. "Hey! That's a figure of speech!" Well, it wasn't. I literally collasped on to the hard, unforgiving ground, unconcious.

Tasie's P.O.V.

I was walking through New York, like I always do, when I decided to take my short cut. My short cut was really hard to find and complicated to remember ; I turn into an alley, and come out the other side.

But while I was in the alley, I saw something that wasn't supposed to be there...I saw him.

This guy was sprawled out on the ground, out cold. His dark hair was dirty, then again so were clothes. He had olive colored skin, and his head rested on a backpack, which was still slung across his shoulder.

I felt bad. He was so skinny, he may not have eaten for weeks. So I started dragging him to my house.

Here's my favorite part : nobody even noticed me dragging an unconcious kid across the street. That's one thing I love about Manhatten, you can see an eskimo belly-dancing on a donkey, and nobody would even do a double take!

When we got to my house, I layed him on the couch. Sweet! He didn't even wake up when I accidentally slammed his head against the glass door!

So, I know this was rude and all, but hey! I was curious! So I started to snoop around in his bag.

I found some sort of fake sword (was it fake? it was kinda heavy...) a ziploc bag with something that looked like lemon squares in it, and a silver canteen. I also found some kind of trading cards, some metal soldiers (one of them was so beaten up, I couldn't even tell what it was supposed to be.), and a picture of some girl that looked related to him.

He started to wake up. I thrust the things into his bag, created quite a bit of noise in the process.

When he woke up he said, "Where...OW! My head hurts..."

Oops. Guess he did notice I bumped his head on the door. "Do you need anything?" I asked politely.

"Ow...no...but...where am I?"

"Oh, you're in my house. By the way, I Anatasia Cider. But don't call me that! Call me Tasie!" I said hurriedly.

He smiled and said, "I'm Nico. Nico di Angelo."

I smiled and said, "So...you have any siblings?"

His smile disappeared. "Um...no." He said that quietly, as if he were lying.

"Really?"

"Fine. You got me. I used to have a sister, Bianca..."

"Oh, what happened to her?"

"She...died..." He said it as if it really pained him to talk about her.

"Oh...I'm sorry..."

"Yeah, well it's not like you can do anything about it..."

"Are you...hungry?"

"YES! I mean...I guess now that you mention it..."

I laughed, and led him into the kitchen...