"I was on my way to the hospital to start my morning shift when someone from your house called out to me and said that someone had been hurt. Of course, I had to respond."
"Someone's hurt? Who?" Jon asked, stepping into his house and walking past the nurse. He looked around, but didn't see anyone. He turned and glared at her. "Are you making up a story?"
"No, of course not. In here," she said, walking into the TV room at the back of the house.
Jon followed her and soon saw that there were two people in that particular room, on the couch watching TV. A 10-year old boy and a 15-year old Goth girl. Who were these people? He didn't recognize them at all.
"Who are you?" Jon asked them.
