Prelude

What are you doing up?
It's 3:30

It's the seventh night this week I've sat 'til morning

Oh, great, here we go

Imagining the ways you might have died

Yeah, and tonight's winner is?

In a freak September ice storm with no warning

'Cause that happens

There's a gang war, there's a bird flu, trains collide

What did we say about watching the news?

Now you act all sweet and surly
But you swore you'd come home early
And you lied

You gotta let go, Mom
I'm almost eighteen

Are you snorting coke?

Not at the moment

Who's up at this hour?

Your father
Go, up the back way

Why does he hate me?

'Cause you're a little twat

You can't call me a twat

Is everything okay? I heard voices

Just me, talking to myself, y'know?
Now you head on upstairs, I'll be up for sex in a minute

You'll–
Are you sure everything's okay?

Mhm, go