This is the story of brothers, twin brothers to be exact. Their names are Flynn and Eugene Fitzherbert. They were your typical kids. They didn't have a dad, but they didn't miss what they had never known. The brothers played games, teased each other, and celebrated their birthday. That was until the night before they turned 5. Their mother had put them to bed with stories of what they would do when they got up to celebrate their big day.
The boys hadn't been in bed long, an hour – maybe two, when Flynn was woken up by a loud scream. "Flynn! Wake your brother up and get out of the house. The kitchen is on fire."
"Ok Mom," Flynn responded. "But what about you?"
"I'll be ok. Go now. Head towards the river I let you play in. I don't want to have to worry about you two getting out safely. Once the fire is out, I will find you."
"All right, Mom. EUGENE!" Flynn yelled. "Get up. The house is on fire. We need to go. Now. Mom said she will meet us at the river. Hurry."
"Flynn? What's going on? Where's Mom?" Eugene's voice was still thick from sleep.
"Come on, Eugene. Hurry up. The house is on fire. Mom said she will meet us at the river. Come on."
After a short while, the boys arrived at the river. A brief discussion between them had them looking for things to distract themselves while waiting for their mom to show up. As tired as they were, they were soon yawning and trying hard to stay awake. With a last look at each other, they fell asleep, hoping their mom would show up soon.