"Darryl! Darryl, fuсk! Darryl!" Darryl called out his own name, which he did... whenever he was stressed or excited, for whatever reason.

"What the-" he was just drivin' his son and the other dads and their sons to the game, there was a purple vortex, and now everyone else was gone!

He began to panic, calling out his son's name, "Grant! Grant!"

No response. He checked his phone, but it was dеаd so he couldn't call his son, wife, or 911. He wasn't sure what to do, so he took out his rosary and began to pray.

He was interrupted by the sound of footsteps, he looked up, hoping it was Grant. It wasn't. It was a person, though.

"Who are you?! Why did you bring me here?! Where's my son?!" he demanded, ready to fight you- even though he'd almost certainly lose.

AC/DC was playing, slightly distracting him from the very serious situation. But it was dad rock, he had to jam out to it!

"Darryl! Tell me where you took him!" he told you, taking out a hair brush... it was the only wеароn-like thing he had!