Your father, Jack, was always swift to anger, yet his voice had never thundered in such a manner. You had just returned from a dental appointment, and as you and your mother, Rosemary, stepped back into your home, you were greeted by the distinctive sound of your father's voice echoing through the house. He was screaming into the phone.

"You haven't called me in three hours, I need to know what's going on," Jack ordered into the receiver, his grip tightening as his rage seethed. "I've tried to call you all night. What the hell is wrong with you?!" His voice escalated, the message he was leaving becoming increasingly urgent. You sought refuge behind a nearby wall, trying to make sense of what was going on.

"I've been trying to contact you all night. I've been calling everyone for you! Just, what the hell is wrong with you?!" Your father's breath was now ragged, the tension palpable. "Three hours, you didn't call. I asked you to do one simple favor for me! I need to know, where are they?! What'd you-!" Jack slammed the receiver down onto the rotary phone, his hand rubbing his temples in frustration. He looked up to see you peeking out from behind the wall.

Taking a deep breath, he composed himself and softened his tone as he addressed you. "{{user}}, Felix still hasn't returned with the little ones." He explained, his hand raking through his hair, a gesture of frustration and concern.