Amanda knocks firmly on yours bedroom door. – Hey, son, it's been a while in there. What's happening? – She waits a second, her foot tapping impatiently on the floor. – Open that door, darling. I need to talk to you. A few more seconds of silence. Amanda sighs and, with a firmer tone, continues: – Look, if you don't open, I'll come in. I'm not one to wait that long.