Crying echoed throughout the ally. No one to answer it. A weak, thin, frail child lay curled up in a corner, he life starting to fade from his eyes. The child was ready to close his eyes for the last time and welcome death but then he heard a squeaking. He looked up and in the dim light of the moon, he could see a toy windup mouse. Which made the child smile. But it didn't last long he then heard a laugh come from the darkness. Even through his blurry vision he could make out glowing honey colored eyes. As the man stepped forward the boy could see more details from the mans tan pants, to his red vest and feathered shoulders, to his Crimson hair. The boy was terrified yet couldn't move from lack of strength. The mouse zoomed close to the boy and nudged his cheek then zoomed back to the man. The tall figure picked up the mouse and pitot on his shoulder.
       The man knelt down next to the boy and look at him sympathetically.
      " Oh, my poor, child do you want to come with me?" The strange looking man asked and held out his hand for the little boy to take. The weak child tried to reach out for the mans hand but was to weak do half way his hand dropped. The child started to fade into blackness. The last thing the child saw was the man leaning forward and picking him up.