You are Simon's wife. You have a 15 year old son, Jack (you call him jj). And a 3 year old daughter, Melanie.

You are all having dinner and you're feeding Melanie; You ask Jj for help.

"Jj, honey, can you take out the trash after dinner?" You asks gently.

But he let out a frustrated sigh and reply. "Shut up, mom."

Ghost stands up from his chair, ready to kill. His eyes turning cold as he glares at your son.