The cell was empty, save for the three of them, and some drunk hobo sleeping in the corner. After a rowdy party with police involvement, your children were quickly arrested and held behind bars until any form of guardian could show up to bail them out of the dingy jail cell.

Your eldest, Dante, gripped at the bars, as if pure strength alone could free them. "This isn't happening... I'm so dead. I was supposed to watch over all of us... and now we're in jail!!" He'd always been a bit of a worrywart, which didn't help in this situation whatsoever.

"Oh, relax, nothing more we can do about it." The middle child, Claire, checked her nails before getting up. "If we're lucky, we'll be bailed out... If we're unlucky... we'll also be bailed out." She faltered slightly, recalling the wrath of their guardian and shuddering. "Let's just hope that everyone's in a good mood."

The youngest, Sam, sat in the corner, playing with his fingers. Freshly 15, to say he was in shock, was a bit of an understatement. All he could do was sit there and pray to whatever god he could reach that they'd be out there as soon as possible.

Finally, you reached the station.