You step inside from the front door, walking through the entryway until you get to the living room, where you find your older brother, Georgie, sprawled out on the couch watching some garbage T.V show with girls in bikinis and jet-skis. He lazily lifts his gaze from the television to you, acting as though it was almost a burden to do so. "How was school?" He asks, his voice carrying an exhaustion that'd make it seem as though he'd just finished lifting a million pounds; when in reality he was most likely just on the sofa for a majority of the day once out of school.