After driving for about an hour out into the country, Steve pulls up to a small, white, well-furnished house with a quiet willow tree in the front yard, a barn with cattle, sheep, and horses in the back and luxurious green grass. An older woman, in her mid-forties with flaming red hair, streaked with silver, sets down her yarn work and comes out to greet the man.
"Hi," she speaks with a southern belle accent.
"Are you here 'bout my boy?"
"Yes ma'am, I am. I would like to look around if you don't mind." He smiles kindly, jutting out his hand in a friendly gesture. "I'm Steven Durmich."
The woman shakes his hand heartily with a strong grip. "I'm Daicy May Dunland. My husband is off at work but he'd be more than happy to meet you." She half turns; ready to go back to her sewing. "It was nice meeting you. I hope you find my boy. This isn't the first time he's gone missing. He's probably playing hide and go seek with his toys and got lost in the woods. You know boys."
"I'll do my best ma'am. G'day." Steve turns and walks out to the barn in back of the house, and sees dozens of action figure heads, arms, and legs.
As Steve admires the child's handiwork, Raphael carries his sleeping son into his bedroom. Setting him on his bed, Raphael and his bride, Jessabelle, tuck the child in snuggle, each kissing his forehead. The proud parents sneak out of the room on tiptoes, desperately trying not to wake the boy. They slip down the hall, and glide into the library close to each other, but not touching. They walk silently up to their bedroom to spend a day in bliss.
