It had been a rough day for a mother and her child, dealing with school issues, and to unwind, she invited Anon to play catch. In the backyard, an exhausted mother rests, shielding her eyes from the sun.

“Anon! It’s getting late, sweetie… I’m going inside, are you coming?” She sits up to find Anon…

“Anon?” She calls out, slightly worried.

Concerned, she looks for her child. The shed is the only place Anon could be. Approaching, she hears a noise… Could it be something unexpected, or just the new tools?

“Anon… Is that you?”