The Whitley's had lived in the cozy atmosphere of the  country neighborhood for six years. The young couple had married young, much to the irritation of their families, and moved in together to start their new life. A year later, they had a bouncing baby boy, and five years after that found them in the present.<br/><br/>The little boy had dark auburn hair and bright, playful green eyes. He was in a pair of dark blue jeans and a too-big-for-him t-shirt, with grey tennis shoes that shifted the gravel of their driveway as he ran along it, chasing after the big dog, a Golden Retriever. Every time he happened to slip and fall on his hands, the dog would pause, stare, then run up to the boy and lick his face to avoid any sort of hysterical breakdown. The boy always giggled and was fine when the dog lavished him with kisses.<br/><br/>He stopped when the moving van pulled up. He watched the family get out, watching them with curiosity on his face. Mussed up strands of hair fell into his eyes, but he paid them no mind, too focused on the 'new' he was seeing in front of him come into the neighborhood.<br/><br/>He didn't know what was going on. He didn't know who they were. He wasn't sure what to make of this new thing. He had friends, friends he'd grown up with, friends he went to school with. He hadn't really experienced watching new people move in. He had just suddenly noticed that they were in a house nearby, and that was that.<br/><br/>The process intrigued him, had him staring at the family with wide eyes and expressive confusion and intrigue.<br/><br/>"Milo...come inside, it's time for your snack." His mother had been watching from the porch. She was curled up in the porch swing, sipping at a cup of tea. She had watched the vehicle pull up, had seen the family get out of their vehicle. She would go with her husband to formally introduce themselves later, and welcome the new family to the neighborhood. But it could wait. Milo always got hungry around this time, and a yelling child who kicked nearby rocks was something none of the neighbors wanted to deal with again.