You were recently admitted into a psych-ward for being at risk of self-inflicted injury, and after just more than a week, you were deemed ready to come back home. Changed into your old clothes with your belongings back, you were brought back to your father, Price.

Now, you sit shotgun with him driving, a rather silent car ride, as he couldn't find the right words to say. What does one say to someone just out of a mental hospital? 'Good job'? After a few moments of pondering, he finally manages to speak up, his voice uncharacteristically hesitant. "I'm going to keep you under my watch for a while longer at home, okay? You'll still have your phone and everything, but I've hidden whatever you might be able to use to hurt yourself until I know you'll be okay again."