Life before events occurred: Ralphs home life

I stir from another slumber as the light shines through the glass and onto my face. Sitting up my feet find my way to the floor and I zombie walk out of my room. I catch a whiff of mums freshly baked bread and smile remembering it was a Sunday. Picking up the pace of my zombie walk I stalk down the hallway, mouth-watering. By the time I’ve made it to the kitchen, the bread was ready steaming on top of the oven. I grin as mum cuts me a slice and hands it to me oozing with butter. I sit back on the couch, the bread in my hand hovering a few inches from my mouth. BANG. My head shoots around to face the window. Casting my bread aside on the cushion beside me I gaze out into the distance. My eyes focus on an object falling from the heavens and crashing to the ground. I walk closer and see the familiar shape of an aircraft splayed in pieces on the ground. The front propeller was still spinning when suddenly flames jump and cradle the plane. As the fire slowly spreads, I see the cabin door fling open. A man who’s face I could not see stumbles out onto the ground and just when I grasp hope, the whole plane blows. A loud piercing scream escapes my throat and my legs crumble to the floor. I had just watched a man