<strong>Grayson Park - Playground</strong><br/><br/>The boy listened cautiously, apparently deciding that just talking wouldn't hurt anything, although it didn't bring him any real ease just yet.  "Sammy," he replied.  "I'm Sammy."  He sounded unsure, having some trouble with the accent, but doing his best.  Truth be told, he was rather lonely and wanted someone to talk to.  With whatever had just happened with his father, he was rather scared.<br/><br/>"Going out at night?" he asked, not sure if that's what she said but guessing and hoping.  "We know we're not supposed to.  Dad's just been really busy lately, but he promised that he'd take me out to the swings this week.  So, this is Saturday night, the last day where he can, and he doesn't like it but he has to keep his promise."  The boy seemed to take that as an act of pride that his father would never break a promise.