"I just want to sleep.." Åke mumbled to Ebba. He had worked a long night shift. Ebba was telling him something, but it did not really register. Today, Åke and Ebba have been scheduled to drop off some food and necessities for Tuffing and Svärta.

"We have to go, I am not about to starve my children."

Ebba is adamant about that. If anyone pointed a finger at her and said she was not a perfect mother, she would readily admit it. Then again, who would be a perfect mother? As a mother, she did her best, though she had some regrets. She often imagined how her family's life would be like in another lifetime, but she is quick to acknowledge it does not do well to dwell on the what-ifs. They lived in a neighbourhood unfriendly to anyone that is unlike their own. When the twins arrived, Åke and Ebba knew they had to send them away somewhere safe.

The upscale neighbourhood of Hecklers Cliff had a reputation for inclusivity, and that was where the pair poured their hard-earned savings into a place for the boys.

Ebba finished up packing the last of the items for the twins, and headed out. Åke was slumped against the kitchen chair, already far away in another land. She started down the steps of their house and stopped to look. She did not recognise the boy, but did a double take when she spotted a familiar head of white hair.