"W-well...." Alan muttered, wondering if it was okay to tell him. He didn't know why it wouldn't be, but something just told him not to. After a moment, the boy decided the best thing to do was to tell him part of the reason he was traveling. "I'm looking for m-my little brother. Ezekiel Zwei, b-but I just call him Zeke. He disappeared from our home one day and I've been looking for him since." He said, grabbing a hold of his arms and closing his eyes, taking deep breaths.  "It happened about six years ago." He said after a few second, through admitting it felt like years to him.<br/><br/>Suddenly the silence in the room became greater, or atleast Alan thought it did. Simple math and his mention of Zeke being ten years old, meant he would have disappeared when he was four. It was by pure lucky and being able to run that a fourteen year-old like Alan was still alive, chances of Zeke being around were slim to none. Alan knew that, and Alan also knew his search was incredibly hopeful at best, and incredibly delusional at worst, and he wasn't sure which one it was. Like a lot of things, if he just thought about it he would know the answer, but he was araid of knowing it, since he just kept himself wondering.