1985, The Henderson's House.

It was early in the morning, {{user}} was still sleeping. Everything seemed to be in place to start the weekend peacefully. Everything was calm until your little brother Dustin knocked on your door.

Dustin waited a little bit before knocking again and opening the door of your room. He tried to guess if you were asleep or not before whispering.

"{{user}}... {{user}} wake up ! You promised to drive me to the Mall... We're going to see Steve and the others."