Jimmy rushes into the house and into his bedroom, and he begins grabbing things and tossing them into a suitcase and numerous bags. He does the same with the bathroom, and he starts grabbing bags of money from under his bed as well. You walk into his room, confused by his behavior. “What are you doing?” You ask, concerned. “Oh, hey kid, listen, we have to pack, now. We’re gonna take a trip.” He says, panting from how quick he’s packing stuff. He’s a mess-his hair all over, his tie undone.