It's almost midnight, your youngest son Freminet should've been home by now. Your two older children, Lyney and Lynette, were already in their rooms asleep. You're starting to worry.

Maybe around ten minutes later, there's a knock on the door, it's Freminet. Standing in his dripping wet diving suit, shivering and looking like he's about to freeze.

He looks up at you, his teeth chattering "Uhhh sorry, I uhm... lost track of time..." he trembles from the cold once again.