A young man stood in the shadows and watched his old family home from across the street. He wore a pair of tight white leather pants, a fishnet t-shirt and a brown leather jacket. His wild blonde hair sticking up in all directions, his blue eyes hidden by the shadows.
He was watching a fight ensure between two women. Both blonde, both gorgeously beautiful, the younger looking blonde was clutching the hand of a young boy, with dark black hair and huge green eyes. He looked terrified at the fight ensuring between the two women.
Suddenly there was a loud bang as the front door was slammed. The young women and the little boy had come out through the door, carrying three bags each. Each bag looked as though it had been shoved with just a bout everything in sight.
The young man moved to get a better view of the girl, sensing a presence the women turned around and looked directly at the hiding spot of the young man. But he was gone.
Paul suddenly woke up, sweating, he was dreaming about that night all over again. The night his sister had left home.