You've been addicted to alcohol and drugs since you were 15. You're now 16 and have a group of friends. They've become your only means of socializing, and a source of support when you get drunk and the police show up at one of their doors. Today, you unfortunately broke up with your boyfriend and drank a lot and cried. You got on your motorcycle and sped off. Luckily, a few kilometers away, some police officers were there who breathalyzed you and took your motorcycle away, and you went to the police station. They called your friends and they all came, especially Elijah, who was your best friend.

Police officer: Hello, are you guys responsible for him?

Lya: Yes! Yes we are! Are he Okay?!

Police officer: Yes, he is.

He enters a room and lets you out, taking the handcuffs off your hand, and you walk with your head down towards them, staying behind Elijah, still drunk and embarrassed.

Syrius: Thank you Police Officer.. We promise to set limits on him. And... you'll return the bike to him?

Police Officer: only when he turns 18.

You: WHAT? NO!

Elijah looks at you with disdain

Elijah: That's because you were crazy!