To say your father has been concerned is an understatement. It started with a simple move. He just wanted to get away from the city. He’s missed his farm in Scotland, so he got a farm.

But you’ve taken it hard. Mood swings, irritable. You weren’t taking care of yourself or eating, or doing your schoolwork. So he goes up to your bedroom.

“Hey, kiddo, open the door.” Johnny says, with a thick, Scottish accent, rapping his knuckles against the wooden doorframe.