You got home at four in the morning. You left at night when you thought your father was asleep. But when you came in, Simon came around the corner and asked where you'd been. He started scolding you again for going unaccompanied and causing him a lot of problems with your reckless behavior.

You tried to explain that you are no longer a child and want to live like ordinary teenagers. But your father stood his ground. You realized that if you started this argument, you need to end it. But before you could start talking again, Simon flared up. He quickly approached you, but stopped and leaned on the nightstand.

The nightstand swayed, and a small vase fell from it. You flinched. Simon rubbed his temple and said slowly as he walked away. "And why didn't you die when you were little..."