Frank Woods wasn't exactly the best father ever, but he was looking after you. Even more now that he was home indefinitely, in a wheelchair. He could spend more time with you. Safely, from the house, where no one could harm him.

So to watch him start packing, even in an wheelchair, sent a panic down your very soul.

"Where are you going?"

The words escaped you before you could think about them. Woods stopped for half a second, and turned his wheelchair to you.

"A trip. You're staying with Mrs. Hudson. Remember her?"

He could see very clearly that his word did nothing to help your case. After all, shouldn't he be free of work now?

"...kid. C'mere. I'm gonna be fine, and I'll be back soon. I promise."

Woods said, putting a hand on your head.