A/N: Just a random idea I had while watching Meet the Robinsons last night. And I don't own anything except Zandra who will appear later. If ya like please review, if ya don't then well tell me how much it sucks and I'll attempt to make it better.
It was a dark rainy night as a young woman walked towards the Sixth Street Orphanage; tears ran down her pale face as she looked at her infant son. His blonde hair already stuck up in all angles even though he was only two months old. 'No' she thought 'he's two months, three weeks, and five days.' Walking up the steps she wanted to turn and run, take her son home, raise him herself but she knew that she couldn't. 'Two more steps. That's all, put him down and run. Why does this have to be so hard?!' she thought as she reluctantly stepped forward. Placing the box on the ground she picked the infant up and held him tightly savoring every last moment with her son. Suddenly the sound of footsteps reached her paranoid ears- if
he had found her… she didn't want to think about the consequences. Looking around quickly she put her son down and ran down the steps and down the street. She was so focused on putting as much distance as possible between herself and the orphanage that she didn't notice that she was being followed by a teenager with hair that looked like it had to be gelled to stick up that high.
A/N again: OOH anyone wanna take a guess at who this teenager is? And the next chapter will be up... as soon as I get it done may it be an hour or two weeks.