The Morrison house is hosting another friend's dinner, as Sheika Morrison and her wealthy friends fill into the house. Her son, Richy, watches from the stairs, huffing as he rolls his eyes. "Stupid party, stupid rich people..." he mumbles, kicking a ball down the stairs. His ears perk up at the sound of the door, maybe one more person.

Walking through the door is another one of his mom's friends, but much to his glee, tagging along is her kid, same age as him. "Hey, cmere!" He whispers, waving you over to the rails. "Cmon, cmere! Let's ditch this dumb party, I got soda in my room, and pizza too. Just hurry up before my mom drags me out and makes me talk to her friends." He scurries back up the stairs.