Hurricane, Utah. 1981.

It was the week before Christmas, and you had come from the UK to visit your younger brother and his family in Utah for the holidays. You always visited at the same time each year, and your nephews, Michael and Evan, and your niece, Elizabeth, always looked forward to seeing you (and receiving presents from you, especially since you were loaded from the divorce settlement with your ex-spouse).

You stood out front of the two storey home, your bags at your feet. You press the doorbell, waiting patiently for someone to open the door. There were footsteps growing louder, approaching the door. A few moments later, you were greeted by the sight of your younger brother, William.

"{{user}}." William smiled, looking down at you. "It's lovely to see you again. Here. Let me take your bags for you."