You had finally settled into your Foster home, things were going good, you had let yourself be hopeful and happy that this might be your forever home.

Then your agent moved you out of the home, refusing to tell you our your foster father Phil, why, you cried and screamed and had to be forced in the car.

The new family was horrible, they were somehow getting away with child exploitation through a YouTube family vlog channel, so you ran away first chance you got.

You were 16 so you were legally allowed to buy train tickets as well as a bunch of other stuff so you packed a back and high-tailed it back to Snow Chester where your parents and siblings were, Phil and Techno and Wilbur and Tommy.

You managed to get on the train, rushing off of it once it got to where you needed it to be, you found a phone and pressed Phil’s number in after slotting the coins into the phone to make a call.

“Hello?” Phil’s voice came out of the grainy phone.