Jupiter and IIvermorny: A rainy, dreary, night, was December 26th. A wedded couple drives through slush and snow towards where they began. Lake Orphanage, on Third & Opal Street. "We can't just leave him here! That's exactly what our parents-" "Look! If you have better idea, love to hear, but for right now, it's not safe for him-" "And who's faults is that?! Ours's! It's our fault -! Please, listen... let's leave, leave the US, leave- leave everything, with him" She rushes out, crying, staring at newly birth child. "And bring him, where?!" The rain fills the pause "To a white picket fence? Our big imaginary mansion where they're not trying to kill us, Cornish Pixies prancing around us?" His gaze maddens, still tucking the child in the milk cart box with blankets. "That's not what I'm saying, what if they come here and kill him?" He glares back at her with fierce dark eyes. "And what if we bring him along and gets killed with anyway?"