It was a cold night in the small city of small town and everyone had gone to sleep, expert for one person. A small boy named Barry, Barry was a nine years old and already lived a harsh life in the streets of small town. He ran away from his orphanage when he was 7, and scavenged for food these past 2 years. He had no family, no house and no food except for small scraps that no one else wanted. He wanted a proper life with a proper family but where could he go. H couldn’t go back to his orphanage.