Twenty minutes ago...
The sharp slam of the door still echoed through the street as Dickson chased after Lana. Inside the old house next door, the same door that had closed on him creaked open once again. The old man stood in the doorway, his wrinkled hands resting lightly on the frame as he stared in the direction of Liam's home.
His tired eyes squinted as if searching through time itself.
"What problem have you gotten yourself into now, little man…" he muttered under his breath, the words thick with a strange mixture of affection and exasperation.
With a quiet sigh, he closed the door.
