It was a nice day, the sort which the people seemed to wait for before flooding outside en masse to enjoy the last few days of summer before autumn and winter descended upon the town with chilly weather. At one of the local parks, children ran around screaming, sliding down slides, swinging on swings, bopping around on those brightly colored horses on springs, and the guardians of said children lazed about on benches, idly chatting amongst themselves or (in the unfortunate case of a few) chasing around after their ill-behaved child.

Two figures, one a small girl and the other a man, had settled down in the sandbox, the surface of the sand covered in finished games of tic-tac-toe and scribbled writing that was crossed out, corrected, and half erased. The girl ran her hand over a spot of sand in front of her to clear it, and with a look of concentration on her face, wrote a short sentence in a slightly awkward looking Roman letters with her finger. The man looked at the sentence and nodded with a smile, before adding his own next to hers, in the more flowing Hindi alphabet.

The girl, however, frowned slightly and erased portion of the writing, replacing it with her own. "Almost," she said, patting her guardian on the knee. It seems like Seth's learning ability wasn't as good as it once was. With a dramatic sigh, Sethur cleared of the sand, replacing it with a grid of dots, with a single line connecting two of them. And thus, the competitive game of Dots and Boxes began.