He crept into the dark room and closed the door gently, his face to the door. He switched on the light and turned. He gasped at the middle aged woman seated on the sofa with a stern gaze fixed on him. He freaked out..."Hell... You can't just do that, mom."She stood up,"One thing I won't understand is why you crept into your own room.""Maybe because..."Words eluded him."I'll help you. Maybe because you didn't want to explain where you're coming from at this hour of the day. Check your time. It's 11Pm Elvies. Where did hell are you coming from?""Pub --""You're drinking? Do I need to remind you that you're just 16...""No, I mean school."She squinched her eyes,"You were being taught how to turn into a Werewolf on a full moon?"He grunted and hurried to her. He hugged her tightly, squeezing her wide frame in his 16 years old, skinny chest."I love you Mom. I'll just go to sleep now."