Alfred POV

I imagine I'll take the same route out of this room like the last boy did. Death. I haven't left my room since I got the last plane -- two days ago. I haven't eaten anything. I only had one sip of water when it rained... But other than that... nothing.

I stayed beneath the covers and held the plane; I gently ran my thumb over one of its wings.

I heard steps come hastily toward my door, and proceeded to shout: "Go away!" The door then opened. Ma'am ripped the covers off from over top of me.

"Get up you scoundrel!" she shouted under her breath. I put my face in my pillow. She pulled me out of my bed by my wrists and stood me up. "Tidy yourself up, someone is interested in adopting you today."

I stopped and my eyes widened. She turned and left my room. I quickly took a comb and raced it though my hair. I shoved the letter in my pocket, and without a smile, I raced out to the lobby-office thing. There was a blonde man sitting in a seat before Ma'am's desk. His eyes were green, and he had stupid eyebrows. He looked at me, and smiled a little.

"Hello," he said. I waved. Ma'am smiled and patted my back.

"This, here, is our Alfred. He is a kind boy, and listens well," she said. My brow furrowed. "The poor boy's mother died, leaving he and his brother."

"He has a brother?"

"Ah," she said, "He was adopted. Now it is just this child. Are you thinking about adopting him?"

The man, who was rather well dressed for someone adopting, looked at me. I shifted weight on my feet and forced a smile. He slowly nodded.

"Yes. I'll adopt him," he said. He put out a hand for me to shake. I hesitantly responded by shaking it. "I'm Arthur. I'm here to get you out of here."

I nodded. A new home