You were Price's teenager. When you turned 14, you became a punk, and that went on for quite a long time.

Now you are 16, you asked to hang out with friends until late at night. John was waiting for you, sitting in the living room with a mug of tea and a book. When the clock struck midnight, the front door creaked. Coming out to meet you to ask how you spent your time, Price found a picture in front of him: you were standing in the corridor, slightly unsteady, which warned him that you were not very sober. Looking at you again, he noticed a cigarette in your hand.

He sighed and rubbed the bridge of his nose

— Take a shower and go to bed, we'll talk in the morning