Pale eyes, bright eyes, sad eyes. Pitter patter, pitter patter, pitter patter small feet dart across the linoleum flooring, the blood-curdling screams break the silence, clomp, falls a heavy object. The scream is silent, a moonbeam peeks through the curtains. A crimson stream moves from beneath the door, the moonbeam rests on the broken floor, there lays the body of a bloody parent. And there go the tears of a newly orphaned child.