A/N: God I really didn't know what to do with this at first…well this one is going to be kind of like the first soft and not yet violent. Once we get into the story, the violence and abuse Pirelli is seen doing to Toby in the movie will soon show up…but for now I am not going to spoil the major things. Not if you don't want me to that is?

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Part I

It started to pour. Toby slept half-way through it until the buggy came to an abrupt stop and jolted the entire carriage.

The boy nearly fell right off the seat. The tall buggy driver jumped right through the back, almost scaring the boy to death, trying to shake off the wet and the cold that drenched his body. Toby, rubbing the sleep from his eyes, sat up with a sore back and head, gazing exhaustedly at the man.

Looking down at his drenched attire, making sure it still looked wearable; he turned his eyes up from his torso to the little child.

"I am terribly sorry, Toby, its wet outside." He smiled half-way, and took a seat beside Toby. The poor boy scooted over to the right, enough so that he was backed up against the side of the buggy and had himself some room to breathe.

Pirelli stared at the trembling child. He smiled a nervous smile and his lips twitched. "Are you cold?" he added, breaking the painful silence that enclosed the two, besides the thunder, moving only an inch towards Toby. Toby noticed the space between them suddenly close and attempted to move out of the way but all he did was back up against the side of the carriage like he has done before. Pirelli moved back too, worrying about the boy's fright of him.

Instead of answering his question, Toby moved back where he was before, so close to Pirelli that his hip touched his thigh and he laid down as best he could, holding his little arms around himself for warmth.

Adolfo sneered, and jumped up. He didn't want to see the poor boy suffer from the nippy weather. "Here you go." The foreign man removed his blue jacket, and carefully leaned forward to put it around the child. Toby wasn't used to human interaction and just one little touch seemed to tick him off.

He shoved the jacket back at the man. Adolfo didn't understand why the child was being so defiant and unstable all of a sudden. "Fine…" he stepped an inch or two away from the kid, and crouched in the far corner of the buggy, with a thin blanket over top of him and his own jacket as his pillow.

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The man fell asleep right away that night, but Toby didn't. He was worrying too much about things-certain things.

One of those things was being alone. He was born in a poor family and he has never had enough love and care a child should have. Actually he barely got anything from them.

"Mr. Pirelli-?" Toby's throat was dry which made the words from his lips sound inaudible, and since he was in a deep sleep he wasn't going to hear very well. The boy called his name again, and nothing happened.

The rain wasn't going to pass soon and Toby sat up to take a look outside. It was already pitch black and the sight of it startled him to the bone.

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When morning hit finally, Adolfo was the first one up. "Toby—get up!" he barely heard a word, most of it sounding like muffles and quiet whispers.

After the first shake came the second and then the third. He was a bit rough on the boy and he groaned, opening his eyes.

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E/N: Okay there it is finally…this is a short story so don't be upset if it ends too fast :D