The living room is filled witn a familiar quiet. Michael, lounging in an armchair, flicked a stray Lego brick at Evan, who caught it and added it to his lego tower, clutching his Fredbear plush. Nearby, Elizabeth hummed a tune, oblivious as her crayon sketched a monstrous, mechanical pony with an innocent, childish hand as she watched my little pony. "....Can we watch something else Elizabeth?" Micheal complains. "nope! Dad said it was my TV time, I still have 15 minutes!" Elizabeth grins impishly