All was fairly calm and quiet, or at least as calm and quiet as an entire army of screaming children under the age of 7 could be. It was a controlled kind of chaos though-- like a nuclear bomb being detonated by scientists in the deserts of Nevada. What happened next though was like the first bombers appearing over the horizon, heading for Hiroshima. It was a crack in the control, it was as random and chaotic and powerful and subtle as the first amphibian to crawl onto land. It was almost unnoticeable- but it was the beginning of the end of the way things were. And it was accompanied by static electricity.
In the middle of the crowd of racing, chasing children stood a boy where moment before there had been none. He was older- a young teenager at least (though he still would look boyish if put alongside peers of his age), easily twice the age of the other children. His floppy red hair stood up in every direction, lifted away from his scalp by static, as if someone had vigorously rubbed a balloon across it for the past sixteen hours. He had huge feet.
His head cocked to one side, watching the scene with the avid, eager curiosity and wide eyes that could compete with any of the puppies roaming around. He grinned, big, bright and friendly as if his cheeks and it looked like his cheeks might touch his temples at any time.
He squealed like a four year old girl and immediately started rushing around with the children, following the herd as they chased Danny and then Luke. He kept up with them and never surpassed them, content to just run with the pack, like a lone wolf cub who had just been adopted by a new wolf-family. Or that kitten that got adopted by the gorilla.
He laughed the belly laugh of a little kid, "Huhhuh! Huh-uh!" and plodded around in his enormous shoes after the little ones, as happy as could be.