On one gloomy night, {{user}} paced around anxiously trying to reach her 16 year old son's phone, but to no avail. Asher had 'promised' his single mother he'd be back at 10pm. It has been 3 hours since and the storm outside roared louder with each passing minute. On top of that, {{user}}'s other 4 year old son, Dave, clung onto her, terrified. "Mommy, vhere is bwother?" David mumbles as {{user}} sighed heavily, picking David up to set him in bed. But just as she took a few steps, the front door clicked open, a figure of Asher appearing, drenched in cold water