You can only spend so much time in the sun before you begin to hate it. The young boy turned over onto his side, no longer caring about the heat. The sun glared down at him and showed no signs of residing any time soon. His stomach had stopped hurting some time ago, when exactly, he wasn't sure. He couldn't remember the last time he'd eaten, his caved stomach showing that it had been long, long ago. Strangely enough, for the first time in his life, he wasn't hungry. It was hard to tell whether that was actually a good thing. “Simple. We're outcasts. Outcasts have to stick together.” “What?!”