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Why can't his sister be more like everyone else's sisters. Nope, his was the type to make late night phone calls and scare the **** out of you, talking about murders and having witnessed them. He could still remember that call, just the sound in her voice was enough to let him know that she was really frightened. He told her to hang up with him and to call 911. He had believed she did, but Jupiter was also supposed to have called him back and let him know she was okay, but she isn't "normal" and of course, she didn't.

After what seemed like a million phone calls and texts to her phone, his relief was met with a phone call from his sister, an even stranger than before Jupiter. When she talked to him, it was brief and full of half explanations. Pluto knew that there was something going on and that his sister was hiding things from him. The other calls that followed that one, were no different.

They may not be a shining example of sibling love, but there was one thing that he was always able to count on, and that was that his sister never lied to him. She knew that he needed things to always be straight forward and no one else understood that as much as she did. Even her half-assed insults were precise and direct. He never had to second guess the meanings behind what she said. Now? Now he couldn't say that any longer.

The fact that she hadn't been home, in what seemed like forever, had Pluto worried. Then add in that she texted him to meet her at the playground they used as kids, instead of just coming home, had him even more confused. He swore that she had better have a damn good explanation and not a half way contrived one. Pluto wasn't going to allow her to dodge his questions this time, not with her face to face with him.

Shrugging into his black hoodie, he pulled the hood over his head, covering his messy brown locks. So many times his mother would make the comment " I swear you are the only person I know, whose hair looks better when they wake up, than before they go to bed." To save himself the headache of even trying to figure out what was wrong with his hair exactly, he would just throw on ball cap or a hoodie. That usually came along with "why are you always hiding under that hat?" Yeah, people were confusing.

"I'll be back, Mom!" Pluto yelled on his way out of the closing door. Wanting to avoid the line of questions that would have came from his mom, if she had found out where exactly he was going, he had strategically planned that getaway. He could already hear her yelling through the closed door, and he knew she was asking him where he was going. This was when he put on his headphones and turned up the music; the soundtrack for Halo Combat Evolved tuned her out.

Just as the seventh track started to play, the silhouettes of the playground equipment could be made out beneath the glow of the moonlight. Through narrowed eyes, he strained to see if he could spot his sister. As he got closer, his sight settled on her. She was sitting on one of the swings. Pluto kicked at a rock and then made his way over to his elusive sister.

"What do you know, she lives." The corners of his eyes wrinkled as he offered her a smile, while pulling off his headphones.

His eyes widened a bit as he felt the tight squeeze that was being administered by his sister. It was a little too tight for his comfort level and just as he was about to lodge a complaint, Jupiter let go. With a raised eyebrow, he nodded slightly toward her, as an acknowledgement to her thanking him for showing up.

He watched his sister as she made her way over to a nearby table. She looked the same as he had last seen her; that was good. Close on her heel, he followed behind and then sat down next to her. Turning slightly so the two could see each other better, Pluto listened to her. Yep, another barely formed explanation. His shoulders dropped just a bit and his eyebrows rose again.

"A guy... Really Jupiter?" She wasn't going to just get off that easily. He needed more input than that. " What's his name and why couldn't you just meet me at home? I know Mom and Dad would love to see you." His blue eyes averted hers and he looked at an old oak tree that was growing not too far behind from where they were sitting on the table. He waited for her to explain better.