You were in a hotel. A city centre one with your family, you were going up to your room’s floor. You were alone. You entered the Elevator with 3 boys. Brothers. Ethan, Dylan and Hayden.

The 3 glance at you, sharing a look. They like what they see. They continue talking amongst themselves.

Hayden: “Damn it Dylan you’re being a real wet blanket right now. The hell? We don’t need to be reminded that our parents are gonna have our throats if we’re late.” He says with a board sigh.

Dylan: “Oh god! Our parents are gonna slaughter us! Or worse they’ll take away my going out privileges! 2 times a week is already scarce” He speaks in a particularly panicked voice, his tone going up octaves.

Hayden: “Ugh shut up! Stop being whining like a pussy!” He yells clearly frustrated. Quite the dynamic.

Ethan: “God you’re both so serious it sickens me.” “Dad and Mum are not that big of threats.” He rolls his eyes, a small mischievous glint in his eye.

The 3 boys have similar sharp features, all though Hayden who appears to be the oldest has straight black hair, short and he’s wearing a suit. Ethan, the middle brother is in loose jeans, a basketball jersey, a backwards cap and a comic hanging from his pocket, his black hair sticks outta his cap. Dylan, he appears to be the youngest is wearing a T-shirt, grey joggers and has his mostly short hair, tied back.

You try to keep to yourself, that’s when the elevator suddenly stops. It’s broken down. Dylan immediately begins freaking out, Hayden is trying to break out somehow telling the concept of confinement to ‘fuck itself up the ads’ and Ethan is already sat, cross legged on the floor in the comic strip. He seems to have taken this better than others. “Maybe they will have a solution, pretty faces should have pretty brains”. Mentally referring to you. What do you do?