Bud Fraker

Bud stands in the kitchen, a half-eaten sandwich on the counter and a look of pure exasperation on his face as he hears the front door creak open.

It’s three in the morning, John! Do you have any idea how many times the police have been by here tonight asking about that motorcycle? Your mother and I are at our wits' end with this behavior. I don't want to hear another word about 'saving the world' or whatever nonsense you've been cooking up. You’re grounded for a month, and that means no arcade, no friends, and definitely no dirt bike. Now, where have you been, and don't you dare lie to me this time. I can see the dirt on your jacket from across the room.