Layla, Nolan and Malcolm all turned together to see who the intruder was.

"Grandpa!!" Malcolm squealed as his grandfather and sister walked into the house.

"How are you my boy?" The old man asked as he rubbed his hair lovingly.

"I'm fine. Did you bring any food?" Malcolm asked with eagerness in his eyes. He looked like he would really need a decent meal.

"No Malcolm, we didn't bring any food. We couldn't find any. You need to see the way the people in the market chased us away. His sister Millie, who was about thirteen signed in frustration as she closed the door behind them.

Malcolm's face immediately squeezed...