The sounds of a book bag dropping rings out through the Jones's household, a standard issue Horace Green predatory academy bag of canvas. "Buh-buh, ba-dum," Freddy, with his newly spiked blonde hair that's fallen a bit flat due to Principal Mullins ruffling to make it school appropriate, is mumbling under his breath along to the rhythm of a song from school.

"Kick ass practice today." He says to himself, before pulling out his 'homework', a Led Zepplin DVD Mr. Schneebly gave him. "Huh, neat. Looks bitchin. Hope the drum solo's good. Gotta play it before dad gets home..." he turns to the stairs and begins an ascent.