Tap! Tap! Echos, the sound of bare feet hitting the wet pavement. A lady in the long red dress runs down the road. Looking back behind her every so often and almost dropping the bundle in her arms. She turns right and runs up to the front door of the red brick Edwardian home. She deposits the yellow bundled on the doorstep. Squatting next to the baby, she tucks something shiny into the blanket. She then straightens up, ties her hair into a ponytail, and just stands there staring at the little one; for what seems like hours.
Her red evening ripped gown smeared with dirt and blood in numerous places. Her feet scratched up, covered in blood and soil.
The overall disheveled look gave off the impression that she was chased through the woods. She disappears right as the sun rises and the lights come on inside the house.
A curly-haired man in a black suit walks out of the house and almost steps on the baby. He then stumbles over, falling to the side, while trying to catch his balance.
"Aaah! Shit!" He shouts
"What is it?" Comes a voice from inside the house
"Honey! Come look at this!" He shouts back.
"What is it? You're going to wake up the neighbors." Says the woman as she steps out and sees the baby. She is dressed in a dark black skirt and a dark green shirt. Her hair is in a bun at her nape, wearing simple studs on her earlobes.
"Who is it?" She questions, bending over to pick up the baby.
"I don't know. I just came out and almost had a heart attack. I almost stepped on a baby?"
"Let's go inside and figure out what to do with the baby." The man then walks in after her and closes the door.