After a few hours he did realize he was staring at Lorali from a different perspective. He did notice she tripped a few times. But it was every now and then. "I guess she's still havin' problems with it." I feel bad for her, Tim thought. She does like to sing though. Maybe, I can..... He paused his thinking and immediately thought about singing a story for her. He asked the Bar tender, being so close to her, what she enjoyed. "She kinda enjoys the scary and fantasy stuff," He told him. "Why?" "Do you guys throw parties for Christmas?" The bar tender gave Tim a look, but then answered, "Yeah, every year. She looks forward to it all year." For a girl to be really good at fighting, he thought. She's really just a kid like me. He started to feel dizzy but tried to remain consciousness as the Bar tender was telling him a little bit more about Lorali.

???'s P.O.V.
I guess I should know no one like me. I don't know I listen to them like that. I smaller than them, but why hurt me. It not right. I heard a door open as I crying by a wall. A boy, with chocolate brown hair and sky blue eyes see me, and he came up to me. "Hey, are you okay?" He had a fancy accent which you usually cannot find here in Compton. I nodded. "I'm Timothy." Who was this guy? "What is you really?"He look at me weird. "You like me? Is you a box, too?" Smokey stuff went around him and he turn into box too. He has a black ring with X on his face. "Yep." How he do this? I no do that. Not one either. I try not to see me eye. "What's up with your eye?" How he see? I open for him, anyway. I trust him. "Clear sharp hard thing push in eye." His eyes get smaller. He look funny. "That how eye...uh...not same as other." "Does that hurt?" "No more hurt now." He....do...something with mouth. "What's your name?" I no say anything.

Tim's P.O.V.
I waited for him to reply. He must be new. His grammer is off along with his shortage of words for him to say. "Do you have a name?" He shook his head no. "Maker no give me name. Only Box." Did he have to earn his name? Must be tough on him. "How about I give you a name?" He looked at me and nodded his head vigorously. "I choose name?" I was gonna give him one but he can if he wants to. "Uuhh. Hmmm. Tough." "Well it takes a little while to choose one." He smiled and his eyes widened. "Boxy!" It was kinda original but, not bad. "I Boxy, Boxy, Boxy!" He was bouncing around like he got a free ice cream. Then he stopped like he forgot something. "What number you be?" Humna? "I wake up yesterday." Oooohhhhh. "You wanna know something?" He sat infront of me waiting to be told a fairytale. "I was made 345 years ago." He was really surprised "Woah. I bigger tho." Dang it! He is taller than me. "So you are. But I'm older." He started laughing. "Yo Tim!" Hoodie. "Where you be kid!" Boxy looked surprised. "Friend?" I got a little scared. "Y..ep! Hehe. F-friend." He smiled and looked at her. "There you are." He came over here to where I was at and was giggling. "There are 2 of ya?" "Yeah! I Boxy!" You know he is cute when he does that. "I has something of sister." Didn't tell me he had a sister. It was a rag doll small enough for him to hold. It was a boy with a black shirt with a red letter M on it. "What's his name?" Does the doll have a name too? "He name Mark!"