A young boy stands in the doorway of a large mansion, rocking back and forth on his heels. The sun is bright and high in the sky and he keeps standing there, an occasional sigh the only sign of his impatience.
Hours pass and the sunlight dwindles, but still the boy waits. Now he sits on the stone steps leading down, a hint of confusion beginning to show in his eyes.
A man appears in the doorway behind him, slick dark hair and eyes like shiny stones, clad in a sleekly expensive suit. He looks down at the boy and frowns, and in two long strides reaches his side. His mouth is opening and closing but no sound can be heard, yet he looks angry. The boy glances up sharply, half-rising, a mixture of fear and defiance written all over his features. He shakes his head and the man grabs his arm, his fingers digging into the tender skin before releasing him with a look of disgust. He turns and disappears back into the mansion and the boy resumes his perch, staring blankly ahead. Fighting the urge to cry.
A flash of black, then the boy appears again - still on the steps, but the sun is setting now. His eyes are wide and there are more cars in the driveway. A woman comes out and tries to bring him inside but he fights her, yelling wordlessly. The same man from before appears and drags the boy inside, the door slamming shut behind them.