Oh, definitely. I about had a heart attack when I first ran into him.

[He'll check the time... ehh, he's got some time before he's supposed to get his son.]

He was around ten then, I think. I walked past this alleyway and crouched in there was a little kid... crying, terrified, and looking pretty roughed up. They were planning on putting him through the foster system, but I spent the better part of that year getting qualified as an adoptive parent so I could take him in.

Probably would've gone nuts wondering what ever happened to him if I didn't...