It went without saying that Alfie’s best friends were Shannon and Annie, but between the hours of nine and three, they were in school. Alfie was left–as he was for so many years–with his own company, and being a strange, little demon child he naturally found some odd ways to amuse himself when lonely.
Often times he found himself prowling rat-infested alleys in inner-city neighbourhoods. Some of the local fauna was good for food, but rarely was there any good company. He walked down the very centre of the alley kicking a rotten apple along, until he saw a large dumpster with an open lid and an odd rustling inside.
Being a curious little lad, Alfie approached to see what all the fuss was about.