"Carry on my wayward son there'll be peace when you are done-" The radio played before being hit by a rock. The young boy who had thrown the small stone sat against the wall of the alleyway, hugging his knees

"I don't know if I can carry on Kansas." The boy muttered to the now broken radio as he unbent his right leg to examine a scrape he had gotten about an hour before "How is it still bleeding?" He mumbled to himself as he pulled a packet of tissues out of his black hoodie's pocket, pulled out a tissue, and put it on the scrape

"But I flew too high, though my eyes could see-" the broken radio blurted suddenly, causing the small boy to jump

"I hate these streets." He murmured, then he sighed "But it's better then Darkly's."

"So wait, what're we supposed to do?" A voice rang out from the street

"There's a thief running around stealing small portions of food, water bottles, and apparently a package of tissues." Another rang

"From the security footage we saw, my guess is that our 'thief' is a twelve year old street rat. A homeless kid." Yet another rang out

The little boy scrambled towards the back of the Alleyway "CARRY ON MY WAYWARD SON, THERE'LL BE PEACE WHEN YOU ARE DONE, LAY YOUR WEARY HEAD TO REST, DON'T YOU CRY NO MORE!" The radio blurted

"What was that?" A voice said as a ninja ran into the Alley

"Crap." The boy whispered

"There's someone back here guys."

A group of four ninja walked into the alley, the small boy ducked behind a dumpster, but landed on his scraped knee, he cried out in pain. The four ninja walked behind the dumpster. The one in red picked up the little boy "He looks half starved Kai." The one in black said

"I noticed Cole, thanks for stating the obvious." The red ninja looked the small boy in the eye "What's your name kid?"

"I'm Lloyd." The boy replied "Lloyd Garmadon"

"We need to get this kid to Sensei."