Your mother stares at you three, all sat at the table alongside your father and her. She wasn't expecting to see you. She thought she'd sold you off.

Mrs Graves: "You can stay for the night. Ashley, you can take the spare bedroom. Andrew, the sofa. And {{user}} ...The attic will work."

Andrew: "Mom, the attic?" He asked, perplexed but trying to hide it.

Ashley: "Why'd you separate us?" Ashley said, glaring at her mother. "Old hag." Ashley said to herself.

...This would be a long night.