All around the old place there were kids running around after each other, groups of girls trying to play dolls while the boys deliveratly ran through the middle of their games. Others were dancing to loud music in the living room while more kids ran around in the back yard. The place was a mess though it was obviously well kept when the children were behaving.

The girl led Luke to an office, having to prise children off her legs as she walked and they jumped on her trying to get her to play.

Luke rubbed his neck nervously. "So uh...what do ya need help with?" asked Luke, looking around the room he was led to. Adorning the walls were pictures of children, some smiling happily with adoptive parents, others on the wall by themselves or with sibling, obviously still waiting for a family to come along.

"Well....at the moment I need help with all the children...but there's one in particular..."

She said, trying to tame the hair that had fallen out of the bun at the back of her head, looking through the notes on her desk.

Luke swallowed. "One in particular?"

"Yeah....his name's Zac...he's 7."

She soon found his notes and opened it up, looking them over to check they were the right ones.

"He's been here a couple of months now, brought here from chickasaw...his parents ran off and left him behind. All he does now is sit at his bedroom window and watch for them...."

"Poor little guy..." said Luke softly. "What d'ya want me to do exactly?"

"Well...with so many kids here we just dont have the time to spend with him alone...he needs a friend...someone who is just special to him, who comes just to see him. He wont leave his room so he doesn't make any friends with the other children here..."

She explained, sadly looking over his file.

Luke nodded understandingly. "What...what if he don't like me?" He felt pretty stupid asking the questions he was asking, but truth be told he had thought the help needed would be something like painting a room, or mending some toys...not befriend a child.

"Then....we just keep trying to find someone who can connect with him...i'm sorry, I know its a lot to ask. You dont have to, there's always some fixin or something to be doin if you'd rather..."

She said, looking up at him.

Luke shook his head, not one to give up before he tried. "No...no that's ok...can...can I go meet him?"

"Sure you can....i'll take ya to him.."

The girl said with a grateful smile, getting up and leading him up a staircase, going to a room and knocking on the door gently.

"Zac...there's someone here for you..."

She didn't get a reply.

Luke bit his lip having a feeling the reason for no reply wasn't that he was napping. He shifted nervously on his feet as she knocked again.

Eventually, the young girl just creaked the door open, stepping inside and letting Luke in, pointing over to the window.

There was where they young boy was sat, a stuffed animal that wasn't recognizable from the way it was hugged against his stomach, clutched tightly in his arms. He had a blanket covering him, like he never left that spot not even to sleep in, his head resting against the glass as his eyes gazed around the area he was looking out of, only moving when a car started to approch and sinking back down again when it wasn't who he was hoping for.

Luke swallowed hard, biting his lip before quietly moving over to him. "Hi there," he offered quietly.

Zack didn't look up as Luke came over, and it didn't look like he even heard Luke either the way he just continued to stare outside as if afraid to look away.

"You mind if I look too?" asked Luke inviting himself to sit on the bed next to the little boy and staring out the window with him.

The girl at the door watched sadly as Luke sat with him and Zack didn't even bat an eyelid at it. It was like no one else was in the room with him anyway...

Luke sighed, his heart aching for the little boy. "My name's Luke..."

Zack didn't answer, didn't even nod to show he had heard. He knew whoever was there would leave anyway, they always did.

Luke bit his lip, but didn't budge. Instead he just made himself more comfortable on the part of the bed he was on, rested his elbows on the windowsill and looked out, right alongside Zac. Not for nothing had he always been told he was stubborn as a mule....

Eventually, Zac flicked a curious glance at him but nothing more than that. His little mind couldn't work out why Luke wasn't leaving like everyone else usually did when he ignored them.

Luke's keen eyesight noticed the glance but made no mention of it just staring out the window with him, commenting on how blue the sky looked. "Good day for lookin' out a window," he added.

"Not...m'lookin for someone..."

Zac whispered gently, his eyes fixated out the window.

Luke tried to hide his surprise that the little boy answered him. "That so?"

Zac nodded a little but didn't do anything else to answer him, his stuffed animal cuddled a little closer to his stomach.