" Phil, enough with stealing my cereal!" Dan huffed and stormed out of the kitchen. " Phil?"

" Phil, come on. "

* Opens door to bedroom. *

" Phil? "

 Phil is lying in a beanbag, with his arms wrapped around his knees as he swayed back and forth, his phone screen lying a distance away with a cracked screen. " Phil, what is it?"

 Phil lifted his face, his eyes filled with fear. " Dan, the police are coming. "

" WHAT? WHAT DID YOU DO???"

" I didn't do anything!!! "

" THEN WHY ARE THEY COMING??"
" Because I apparently tried to break into Ashley's house. My fingerprints are there and everything. I DON'T KNOW WHAT TO DO!!"

Dan slowly pulled Phil into his arms. " Stop crying. " Phil looked up at him. " Phil, we can do this. The police are bound to see that this is all a lie. We can do this, together. "

* KNOCK * * KNOCK* " THIS IS THE POLICE!! OPEN THE DOOR!"