Kevin headed to the park feeling hungry and betrayed (why would he feel betrayed?). He’d been promised that he wouldn’t get turned in to child services. He’d been promised he wouldn’t be hassled about who he was. Kevin fought back his tears as he ran to the park. Normally he’d hope to find a field trip group where he could sneak a packed lunch but the snow took away any chance of that.
As he headed to the playground in the back of the metro park, he saw a police officer waiting for him there. The officer noticed Kevin and casually began walking towards him.
The officer looked at the description of the kid he was looking for – Arabic descent, black hair, 5’4”, aged 14. The kid matched that description.
”Kevin, I need you to come with me,” called the officer. “Your aunt is looking for you.” He started to speed up trudging through the snow with his black dress shoes that he’d wore for a much drier day.
Kevin started to run through the snow that had piled up to a foot so far. He looked back and saw the officer stumble in the snow and then Kevin suddenly heard his feet beating on empty concrete instead of the powered crunch of snow. Kevin looked down and found himself in a dark tunnel with a light at the end.
