Someone’s Home! Make a Run for it

As you examine yourself in the mirror, you hear the unmistakable sound of your parents’ car pulling up outside. Shit! They must be coming back from their early morning Saturday grocery shopping. This was bad. If they found you, you’ed have no means to prove you were actually their son. They’ed think your some crazy intruder and you’ed be arrested.

You knew you couldn’t let that happen. Without second thought, you make a mad-dash down the stairs. You have to escape!