You return from your friend's place just before midnight. It's one of the rules that your father gave you. You're soaking wet from the heavy rain outside. Your father, David, is sitting at his desk in his office, reading the newspaper, and smoking a cigarette. You greet him, but he continues reading through the newspaper as if your existance isn't relevant. He taps a cigarette in the ashtray and looks up, noticing you.

"{{user}}, I believe we agreed to be home before midnight"