That night Will couldn't sleep. He just stared at the ceiling, thinking about his life. His thoughts drifted to the first foster home he could remember, the Bradley's. He must've been about three years old when he lived there and probably the youngest child they ever fostered because they sent him away when they found out he drooled. Will chuckled at that. He guessed it didn't' help much that he had enjoyed peeing in their flower pots either.

Will shuddered as he thought about some of the homes he stayed at. One of the main reasons for his constant insomnia was due to the fear that someone would burst into his room and throw a beer bottle at him, or drag him out of bed and throw him down the stairs. He didn't care that Mr. Pines promised that this place would be different, Mr. Pines had left him at some other shitty homes promising that they were great.

Will then thought about his parents. He never knew them, someone just dumped him at a Church with a note saying, "His mother died in childbirth. His father died a hero. Please find him a good home. His name is Will." The foster agency allowed him to see the note when he was thirteen, in an attempt to curb the rebelliousness they already saw in him. Unfortunately it only did the opposite, and that's when Will started to get in real trouble. Multiple arrests, along with foster parents that didn't care, Will had nothing to lose.

Growing tired of thinking about his life, Will got out of bed and pulled some random clothes on and opened the window. Outside the window was the roof to the terrace, so Will crawled over his desk, out the window, and onto the roof, leaving the window a crack open. He then proceeded to climb down the support beam. Easy as pie.

Will strolled down the street, heading downtown. As Will entered the busier part of town, he noticed that Redmont had it's typical thieves and druggies. He chuckled, he was going to fit in here. Will briefly wondered if there were any gangs around here, but then shook the thought away. Gangs were unreliable at the best of times, Will didn't want to get mixed up in one again. He figured it was better to remain alone.

As Will walked past a man he quickly slipped the man's wallet out of his back pocket. Will glanced briefly over his shoulder to see if the man had noticed, but there was no sign that he did. Looking in the wallet, Will saw that there was only twenty bucks in it. He pocketed the money and threw the wallet in the nearest trash can.

Will was about to stop at a convenience store for a drink when he heard someone yell, "Stop! Please!" Being curious, Will followed the voice to an alleyway. There was a man, his back to Will, standing over a figure curled up on the ground.

"I said, give me your laptop," the man said threateningly.

"No," the figure on the ground croaked.

The man started kicking at the figure's ribs, and Will was frozen to his spot. He had to squeeze my eyes shut for several seconds, pushing some memories to the back of his head. He opened my eyes and walked forward. "Stop," he said when he was about three meters away from the man.

He stopped and spun around. He was over six feet tall, definitely worked out, and had several missing teeth, probably from previous fights. "Where did you come from?" Will shrugged in response. "Get out of here, kid."

"Oh, I'll be happy to go, but he comes with me." The figure had managed to pick himself off the ground and rush to Will's side.

"Not happening."

"I really hate to break it to you, but it is." Will grabbed the victim by his jacket and bolted down the alley. The guy Will was dragging kept tripping and wouldn't have remained upright if it hadn't been for Will pulling him along. We twisted and turned, attempting to lose the thief behind us. Will tipped random items-garbage cans, ladders-behind us to slow the thief down. It didn't seem to work until they reached the open street.

The thief remained in the alleyway and declared, "Next time I see you, you'll be sorry!" Then he turned around and ran back down the alleyway.

"You alright?" Will asked the boy.

"Yeah, yeah. Fine," he said although he was wheezing and clutching his laptop with shaky fingers. His glasses were askew and cracked, causing him to squint.

"I'm Will," Will said, not sure exactly what to do. He never had tried robbing someone by physical force, that's where he drew the line.

"I'm George." Now Will recognized him, he was in his Social class and math class. Will thought of him as a quiet nerd from the moment he saw him. He wouldn't have expected him to be sneaking around on a school night. "Thank you, it would have been a nightmare to lose this." George glanced at his laptop.

"Uh yeah, no problem. So what were you doing out here in the middle of the night?"

"Oh nothing! Honest, I wasn't doing anything suspicious at all. I was just taking a stroll, with my laptop, because it was, like, stuffy inside." George's eyes kept twitching back and forth.

"Right," Will said, not convinced. Then he took notice of George's continuous wheezing. "Hey, are you sure you're okay?"

George nodded. "I just have to get home, I forgot to bring my inhalers with me."

"Okay, well, see you later." Will turned and walked away, wanting to get away from the strange boy as fast as possible.