"THAT'S ALL FOR TODAY, GOOD JOB EVERYONE!" Coach Simmons called out, signaling the end of track practice.

Georgie gathered his things, ready to head home. "Alright, bye everyone. I can't wash up with you guys today. I gotta go," he announced to his teammates.

Reynold, his playful friend, couldn't resist teasing him. "What's the rush, Georgie? You meeting up with Isabelle? Huh? Keke," he said with a sly wink.

Georgie chuckled, shaking his head. "Haha, nah, my mom is coming home with the new baby today."

Coach Simmons chimed in, surprised. "Oh, that was today? Time sure flies, huh?"

Reynold added, "Tell Mrs. Wheeler I send my congratulations."

Coach Simmons nodded in agreement. "Me too."

Their other clubmates joined in, expressing their well wishes. "Us too!"

Georgie smiled, feeling the warmth of their support. "Yeah, okay. Anyways, guys, I really gotta go."

As Georgie jogged off, a sense of gratitude filled his heart. He felt lucky to have a loving family, friends, and a wonderful coach supporting his athletic endeavors. 

The last rays of the setting sun casted a golden glow, painting the sky with hues of orange and purple as Georgie Wheeler, the star track and field athlete with almost inhuman sprinting speeds, jogged home along the riverbank. His footsteps echoed against the normally bustling streets which appeared strangely empty, causing him to slow down and glance around. 

The abnormally empty streets, which had nothing but the wind blowing through it created a strange sense of solitude. Georgie couldn't shake off the odd feeling that he was being watched. With a cold chill running down his spine, he instintively tightened his bag strap and picked up his pace, sprinting home with determination, as if trying to outpace the unseen gaze and make up for the time he wasted looking around.

As Georgie drew closer to his community, sprinting past familiar faces, his keen eyes caught sight of his father's car pulling into their neighborhood. Excitement surged within him, eager to join the family gathering, he decided to take a shortcut through the back alley, agile and familiar with the surroundings, he navigated the back alley effortlessly. Leaping over the back wall of his house, he darted inside, throwing his school bag in a corner, eager to greet his parents and the new baby, he hurried to the front door.

"GEORGIE!" Candice called out, her voice brimming with joy as she held her newborn baby in her arms.

Georgie beamed at the sight of his mother, his heart filled with love. "Hi, Mom." 

"How are you, my darling boy?" she asked, her voice soft, filled with warmth and affection.

"I'm fine, Mom. Just got back from practice." Georgie grinned, his eyes filled with curiosity and excitement, "So, is the baby a boy or a girl?" Georgie extended his hand towards his newborn sibling, only to be interrupted by his father.

"Do not touch the baby with those filthy hands; it might get sick. Go wash up for dinner, and we'll tell you the details later," his father sternly commanded.

Georgie scoffed, feeling a pang of disappointment, but he complied nonetheless, sprinting to the bathroom to clean himself up.

"The baby is not an 'it,' James," Candice chided gently. "And don't you think you were a little too hard on Georgie?"

"Was I? I was just worried about the baby. I'll apologize when he gets back," James responded, realizing the impact of his words. 

After roughly 25 minutes, Georgie emerged from the bathroom, freshly washed and eager for the long-awaited news. 

"Okay, I've finished washing up. Now you have to tell me the baby's gender," he declared, a hint of impatience in his voice.

Sighing, his father replied, "It's a boy, and his name is Arthur. Oh, and I'm sorry for raising my voice earlier, kiddo." He reached out to Georgie, his gesture laced with remorse and reconciliation.

As the family gathered around the dinner table, James announced that dinner was ready. Candice paused the feeding session, carefully placing baby Arthur in his crib before joining the family. They sat down to eat, and amidst the clinking of cutlery, Gloria turned her attention to Georgie. "So, how was school today? Anything interesting happen?"

Georgie's casual indifference seeped into his reply. "No, not really. I mostly did the same thing I do every day—classes, lunch, more classes, and then track and field practice after school."

Gloria nodded, understanding the monotony of teenage life. "Okay, that's good. What about you, darling?" she turned to James. "How was work?"

James took a sip of water before responding, his face showing a mix of weariness and pride. "Well, apart from being able to leave early to pick you and the baby up, nothing much. Oh, last week we caught one of the terror brothers trying to steal a car down at the precinct. We still don't know where the older brother is, though."

As the family conversed during dinner, an unfamiliar face silently strolled into the neighborhood, concealed beneath a hooded long coat. Unbeknownst to the Wheelers, an unforeseen danger that lurked just beyond their sight, had infiltrated their peaceful community. 

In a hushed whisper, the mysterious figure murmured to themselves, "Found ya."

Little did Georgie and his family know that this mysterious stranger's presence foreshadowed an unexpected turn of events, threatening to disrupt the tranquility they held dear while casting an eerie shadow over Georgie's idyllic life.