Daniel Brookson's heavy eyelids rose, revealing two pale green, weary eyes below them. He took a labored glance at the alarm clock, ringing its familiar tune as it did every morning. It was 9:01 am; he could hear a lawn mower whining outside his window, and the sun cast rays of golden light onto his face. Daniel was an average boy, he was tall for his age being only seventeen. He was very thin, having silky black hair with a pale complexion. "Morning, sweetie," his mother said in a croaky, yet sweetly sincere voice. "Walk with me," Daniel said to her, looking into her chocolate-colored eyes.