Welcome to Townsville. A family of two drove past the sign that welcomed them. In the car was a father and his five-year-old daughter. The father was in his early-thirty, wearing a blue jacket. Underneath he wore a white t-shirt and casual pants. Once in a while he would occasionally look back at his daughter. Only seeing her on her tablet. He sighed before going back to driving to their new home.

15 Minutes later - Townsville's neighborhood

Once arriving at the new neighborhood, the daughter decided to take a glance at the window, to check out the surrounding area. The houses looked identical to the next one. However one house stood out among the others; it was a two story building, with circle like windows on top of the second story floor. As they passed the house and made their way to their new home, another sight caught the daughter's attention, a local park with nothing but a few things there: A slide, a swing set, monkey bars, a sandbox, a marry-go-round, and finally a lonely tree on the right side of the fence.

As she and her father passed the park, she went back to playing on her tablet. However her father took notes of this and began to strike up a conversation, "Thinking about going there? Maybe when we're done moving, we could go there. You know, just to stretch and relax for a bit." His daughter looked back up to her father in the rearview mirror. "...Yeah. I guess it would be nice." Her father didn't respond, but she knew that he did agree to the idea of it.

After a bit more driving and a few more turns they arrived. The house was two-stories, with a garage besides the house for the car to park into. In front of them were the movers, whom they followed behind on the way here. From the looks of it the movers were just about to head in and put up the furniture. "Well, ready to head in?" He looked back to see his daughter. She was looking out the window of their car, looking at their new home in silence with her headphones in. "Futaba? Futaba… Futaba!?"

"Huh!?"

"Futaba, stop spacing out will you. I asked if you were ready to head in or not."

"Oh! Yeah. I guess so." Getting a nod from her father they step out. Ready to unpack and unwind.

4:45pm - Coffin's resonance

The father was in the kitchen, putting away the silverware and plates where they were supposed to go. He checked the clock that was hanging from the wall. Placing the last of the silverware, he decided to head up stairs to check if Futaba had put away her things as well.

Heading up he could see that the door was open. He peered inside and saw that Futaba was on her bed playing with her tablet. Looking around some more he could also see that she hadn't even started unpacking yet. Sighing he spoke up, "Futaba, you know you can't be on that thing forever, right?" No response from her, 'Must have her earphones in.' Sighing in annoyance he started to walk over to her and grabbed her tablet from her. "Huh!? Hey?" Getting up she started to follow her father downstairs to the kitchen.

"Look, Futaba, I know moving here was a pain. But you can't just stay in your room all day doing nothing."

"What do you mean, I was doing something!"

"Yeah, watching anime or playing video games is 'doing something." He said putting the tablet up on the refrigerator. Futaba looked at her father with a pouty expression. "Don't give me that look. You know I'm right." He said earning a scoff and eye roll from Futaba. Sighing he continued. "Look, I still have some things to unpack here. So why don't you look around the neighborhood, you know, get a feel of the layout; stretch your legs a little. Alright?"

"If it means I get my tablet back, sure, why not." She said with sarcasm. "Good enough." Futaba groaned before walking over to the door. "Remember, don't go too far and be back by sundown, alright." Futaba didn't say anything, only giving a thumbs up and a neutral expression to her father before leaving.

Sighing to himself, he took out his phone and started to search for the school that his daughter would be attending. It didn't take long for the name to pop up with a phone number attached to it as well. After dialing the number he waited for a little while until he heard a woman's voice on the other line, "Yes, hello? This is Mr. Coffin speaking. We spoke earlier. I was calling about my daughter's enrollment into your school."

After leaving the house Futaba started to look around the Neighborhood. For what is worth it was lively to say the least. Families were walking with their kids or were having an outing with them or kids playing with their friends or their younger/older siblings. Futaba on the hand just needed a way to kill time. She didn't really care much about the outside world, not since her mother…

Futaba shocked her head, trying not to remember what happened to her, or the reason why they had to move in the first place. Futaba sighed before she realized where she was. She was standing in front of the park where she and her father drove past not too long ago. Looking around there were only a couple of kids playing. Futaba didn't mind, but didn't want to make new friends, at least not yet anyway. Getting back on track, Futaba started to walk over to the tree. No one was over there and she figured she could take a nap before heading back to the house.

While she was walking over one of the kids spotted her. A little girl with blonde hair that was stylize in pigtails. Futaba felt she was being watched. Looking around she spotted nobody, only the small group of kids that were playing. Shrugging it off as just her imagination playing tricks on her she kept walking. Once there she laid down and looked up to the leaves that cover the sky, letting her thoughts drift again.

'Why did this have to happen? Was it something I said; or was it something that I did? Was it because I…'

Futaba stopped herself from her thoughts and just stared blankly at the leaves. "I hope you're doing okay, Mom." She mumbled before drifting off to sleep.

"Hey! Are you alright?" Futaba shot up, startled. Looking over she saw a girl, around her age. She had blonde hair that was stylize in pigtails. The girl was also wearing a blue dress with a horizontal black stripe across her stomach and blue eyes that were filled with child-like curiosity. "Huh!?"

"I asked if you were okay?"

"Um, yeah. Why?"

"Well it was just that I was curious if you were alright. You seem kinda lost is all?" Futaba raised an eyebrow at that comment. "Well, I guess I kinda do have that going for me." The girl giggles leaving Futaba more confused, "I'm taking you're not from around here, huh?" She said, sitting next to Futaba.

"Yeah. My Dad and I just got here actually."

"Really? Where did you come from?"

"Secret."

"Huh? Why?"

"Just 'cause."

"Oh. Okay." Both Futaba and the strange girl stayed quiet for a bit before the girl continued, "Oh, my name is Bubbles. What's yours?" She said, sticking her hand out for a handshake with a kind smile. "Futaba." She said, shanking Bubbles' hand.

"Futaba? Never heard that name before."

"It's because it's Japanese. If it's too hard to pronounce, you can just call me Jewel."

"Mmm… No. I think Futaba is alright."

"Suit yourself." Futaba and Bubbles were quiet again. Futaba didn't know why, but something about this girl seemed off to her. Before she could continue, she started to notice that the other kids had started to leave the park already, leaving only her and Bubbles alone. Without saying anything Futaba stood up and started to stretch her arms out, "Welp, this was nice. But I think I'm heading home for today."

"Huh? Why?"

"I don't know, I just want to."

"But it's still sunny."

"Yeah."

"So why head back so soon?"

"Well, it's just that, I don't get out much."

Bubbles gasp "Is that why you're so pale looking?"

"Y-Yeah. That's why." Futaba said, with a dumbfounded expression. Sighing, she turned and began to walk away. "Anyways see you around." Bubbles watched as Futaba was walking away. She sat there for a good minute before an idea sprung into her head. While Futaba was about to leave, Bubbles grabbed her wrist, stopping her in her tracks. "H-Hey!? What are you–"

"You're not leaving yet, silly. There's still some time left before I need to head home."

"H-Huh?! Wait, hang on–" Futaba tried to speak but was dragged across to the swing sets. "Come on, I'll push you." Futaba looked at Bubbles with a questionable look. Futaba wanted to refuse–not wanting to waste any more time as it is–but after looking at Bubbles she saw how innocent and excited she was to play with somebody new. Sighing in defeat, she complied and got on the swing set, "Okay. Now what?"

"Now hold on tight." Bubbles said, walking around Futaba and began to push her. At first, she didn't really see the appeal in the swing until she felt like she was above the world. Futaba was so caught up in her own thoughts again that she didn't even notice that Bubbles had already got to her own seat right next to her. Two spate what felt like hours just swing there. Eventually the two decided to go and play with other things. Like making a sandcastle or something.

"No, no, no. You're doing it wrong." She said to Bubbles, who's sandcastle was just a pile of sand. "You need to pat it down, like this." She said, patting her sandcastle bucket down. Bubbles watched carefully, "That you gently twist and turn it until–" As she said this she removed the bucket and there it was: a perfect sandcastle… which one of the sides crumbled leaving only half a perfect good sandcastle. Bubbles giggled at Futaba's attempt, "Err, close enough." They both laugh it off.

Next the merry-go-round.

"You better know what you're doing."

"Don't worry, I did this plenty of times." Bubbles reassure Futaba. Holding on to the rails, Bubbles started to spin Futaba around. Once she felt it was good enough, Bubbles got on herself and started to spin alongside Futaba. The both of them laughed together for no other reasons other than it just felt right.

Next was the monkey bars, which Futaba had a hard time because of the lack of upper body strength. But for Bubbles, it was a cake walk. The slide was the last thing that they did. Nothing of interest happened, but one thing was for certain, this help cleared Futaba's mind a lot.

5:30pm - Local Park

"Man, that was a lot of fun, huh?"

Futaba shrugged, "Yeah, I guess." Bubbles laughed, jokily poking Futaba's arm. "Come on, we had fun, didn't we?" Futaba didn't want to say it, but yeah, she did indeed had fun, letting out a soft smile as a response. "So you can smile, huh?"

"What you mean, of course I can." Bubbles giggles before realizing something, "Oh, shoot! I need to get home!" She said, running in the opposite direction. Before leaving, Bubbles turned around yelling, "It was nice meeting you, Futaba! Let's play again sometime!" Before heading home. Futaba watches as Bubbles runs home, leaving only Futaba to laugh to herself, "What a strange girl." Before walking home as well.

Once there she opened the door, seeing her father making dinner. He looked over, seeing that it was only Futaba, "Oh, you made it home. Good, and just in time too. Dinner is about ready so why don't you wash up while I get the table set up." Futaba didn't respond, only looking at her tablet that was still on the fridge, "You can get it back, after, we have dinner. Okay?" Looking back at her father, she could see that he had his back against her. 'How does he know?' she question.

After emitting defeat, she did as she was told. Washing her hands she got ready for dinner. Once downstairs, she saw her dad placing down the food. On the table was a bowl of chicken ramen, a piece of sandwich, and a banana. "This is just sad."

"It's the least I can make. So eat up." Sighing, she compiled and began to eat. It was silent for the most part. But once a minute passed and Futaba's was about done with her food, her father asked, "So, anything happened while you were out exploring the neighborhood?" Futaba stopped and processed her fathers' question, "Umm… Yeah, actually. Met somebody who was around my age actually."

"Go on."

"We kinda hung out and played together. Nothing too special, I guess."

"Huh. Well, glad to hear it. I'm sure you'll be able to make a lot more friends at your new school." Futaba nearly choked on her food when she heard the words 'New' and 'School.'

"Whoa! Futaba!?" After patting herself and swallowing her food she yelled, "What the hell, Dad!?"

"Futaba, language."

"I'm sorry, but, what!? How the hell did you get me into a school after I was gone for nearly an hour!?"

"Before we got here, I was able to get into contact with the teacher who runs the place. After explaining our situation and… what happened to your mother. She agreed to let me enroll you into her school."

"But–"

"No buts. You and I both know that I can't homeschool you. Not with how work has been with some of the new cases." Futaba stayed quiet. Of course it's true, the whole reason they moved here in the first place was because of work. Sighing, her father continued, "Look, it's getting late. So… why don't you head on up to bed and we'll talk more in the morning. Alright?" Futaba didn't respond but nodded her head in agreement.

7:48pm - Futaba's room

Futaba was in bed, staring at the ceiling as her thoughts were wandering around in head again. She turned towards the window and stared out into the night sky before looking at the clock that hangs above the door. 7:48 she thought. Getting out of bed she went to one of the moving boxes that sat in one of the corners of the room. Going to one of them that had the words junk on it she opened it up. Inside were screws, gears, tools and disassembled toys. She got out a screwdriver, a few parts and an old windup toy. Heading back over to the bed, she proceeds to fix the old toy by the window side. It took a few minutes but it was complete. Futaba gave the toy a good windup before letting it do its own thing. It walked only forwards but it was enough for Futaba to let her clear her mind.

Staring up at the night sky one last time she went to bed but not before setting the robot by her bedside.

Futaba 'Jewel' Coffin

Age: 5

Race: Asian America

Date of birth: May 19

Favorite things: Private

Dislikes: Private

Description: Long black hair and blue eyes. She is usually seen with glasses on or with dyed hair; she wears whatever she wants, but would always wear pants, a t-shirt and a jacket.

In other words: basically whatever she wants to do.