The New World

You slip on your comfortable pair of blue skinny jeans and a t-shirt you got in Florida. You step outside and take a nice deep breath of the suburban air. You walk down Lavender Lane for about 5 minutes before you hear a sudden cry. You can make it out to be what seems like a little girl. You don't know exactly where the cries are coming from. There's a park just 20 feet away, a tall red house and an ice cream truck.