Trevor was outside fixing up the ecto 1 as your son ran laps around the room. He was squealing and jumping about, like an average child. Trevor put his spanner down and exhaled loudly before saying, "archie, can't you go pester your mother?" he asked, rubbing his face with his oil covered hands. Archie just frowned, "I don't know where mama is." He replied, looking like he was about to cry.