ALICIA

We crowd around the wagon looking at the boy. He looks young from a distance, but when you get closer he looks like a grown man trapped in a child’s body. He has a big head with long unkempt hair and his facial features are pronounced. He looks emaciated, or malnourished. His prominent Adams apple is testament to this.

“My name is John. I am an assistant to the owner of this wagon, Jerome Martins.” He says. His Adam’s apple moves up and down his throat as he speaks. I don’t know what to make of his information.

“Really? And what happened here?” Drake asks, looking unconvinced. His eyes...