A young boy answered the door, he looked scrawny and dirty. "Y-yes?" He asked as he looked at the two strangers. Martian looked at him. "Do you know a Mr.Cowskin-or whoever you know what I mean." Martian said waving his hand around. The boy looked even more fearful. "N-no, I-I'm sorry to inform you sir, y-you must have the wrong house..."
Riley walked in Alex's room, Alex had gone back to sleep, she looked at the beaten boy. "He knew..." was all that came out of her mouth.






