PRESENTLY AT MR WEEK'S MANSION
Mr Weeks slept on the floor in his wine room, with his legs wide open and he drooled all over himself. He woke up to the sound of his son raising his voice at him. Deryn could tell that he was inebriated,
"Dad! What the fuck is wrong with you?" He said as he helped his father up.
"Oh my goodness, son what time is it?" He said. He was ashamed of himself and he wiped his mouth with his hands at the same time.
"It's 8 am!" Deryn said. He was disgusted by the way his father looked. "Let me go get cleaned. Thank you, son." Mr Weeks said as he staggered all the way to his bathroom.
Meanwhile, Deryn heard a very disturbing knock on the door, it was persistent, he went to get the door and he saw that it was Maya,
