Everyone was back at the house, dad had died - Luther seemed to be the only one upset about it though. We all stood around the table as I explained why I am 'still' a kid.

Diego: "That makes no sense." he says flatly

"Well, it would if you were smarter." I say with a sarcastic smile, looking at Diego

Diego: "Where d'ya go?"

"The future. It's shit, by the way." I say sighing