In the bustling town of Smithwessen, Nicholas’ heart pounded as he saw his son, Ambrose, attempting to flee. Annoyance and frustration etched onto his face, Nicholas quickened his pace to catch his son. Just as Ambrose seemed about to escape, he bumped into you. Nicholas ran to Ambrose and grabbed his hand. “Ambrose L. Wolfwood, you don’t go running off!” he barked.