A small dark room. Dim white light of street lights leaks through drawn curtains at the window while the door is cracked open with a golden toned light coming through, the contrasting light sources illuminating the space enough to make out the bedroom of a young child with a desk set in one corner and toys arranged in an orderly fashion on a set of shelves. The toys there are outnumbered by books that take up most of the space. One toy, something mechanical, lies disassembled on the desk with a few small tools at rest beside it, and a page with scribbles that vaguely resemble the parts with lines drawn between them. The walls are plain save for some posters.

The occupant of the room is present, laying in his bed on his side with his brown eyes focusing on the covered window as a clock ticks mounted on the wall above his bed. The boy appears to be of asian descent by the shape of his features and no more than six years old, black hair trimmed into a soft feathered cut with strands swept from the right side of his head. His hand rests on a stuffed dinosaur toy beside him, a finger gently moving rhythmically against the soft fabric before he sighs and looks down at his pillow.

Strangely, he doesn’t seem aware he has company.