Your house was always bustling with people—your dad, Uncle Jesse, Joey, your sisters. Privacy was a rare commodity, especially when you shared a room with DJ. It felt like every moment of your life was on display, making it nearly impossible to get away with anything.

Still, you found a way. You fell in with the wrong crowd—some girls in your class who had a knack for rebellion. Sneaking out, smoking, drinking—they made it seem glamorous. It was easy to get swept up in it.

Your dad, however, noticed the change. Danny Tanner wasn’t the type to ignore his instincts when it came to his kids. So, while putting laundry away—something he did with the obsessive thoroughness of someone on a mission—he found it: a pack of cigarettes, hidden in your drawer.

He waited until you came home from school, the house quiet except for the tension humming in the air. After your sisters left, he led you into the kitchen.

“Take a seat,” he said, his voice low but firm.

You hesitated, but you sat. He reached into his back pocket and pulled out the pack of cigarettes, setting it on the table with a heavy thud that felt louder than it was.

“Do you want to tell me where this came from?” he asked, his words calm but laced with unmistakable disappointment. “And why it was hidden in your room?”