"Sorry," I say, taking in their appearance. They seem ruffled and in a hurry. They were trying to keep some things behind their back and out of my sight. Before I could get a closer look though, they ran off. I shrugged, not understanding their odd behavior before spotting something on the ground. It was a tag. One that would have been found on someone's mail. It read "Happy Birthday Blue-j, love Mum".