Winnie tore through Ashley's cramped house, ignoring the herd of underage drinkers. She barely noticed that Jake and Libby were struggling to keep up.

"What is he doing home?" Libby was closest as Winnie was on a rampage to find her brother. "He's never home unless it's the holidays and it's only like the second of February."

"Hell if I know." Winnie's voice was strained, "Jesus, where's Pete? We're dead. We're so dead."

"There!" Jake called out, seeing his teammate Pete, "We've gotta go. Now."

"It's only like midnight or something."

"Pete, you are not drunk already!" Winnie was livid, Pete slurring words.

"Hey, chill." The blonde with lipstick rimming her cup leaned towards Winnie. "He can be drunk if he wanna ben, kay bish?"

"Not now." Jake took the girl's shoulders, directing her off elsewhere.

"What's your deal, Winnie? I've only had like...okay look, I forgot but I swear it wasn't more than like five."

"Kegging doesn't count as one, brother mine." She took his blue cup and poured out the amber liquid into the sink. She stopped Pete before he could whine about the beer. "We're busted, Pete."

Pete gave a delayed reaction, "Mom's a bear. There's no way she woke up."

"Yeah, you're right. It was Dad."

Pete looked like he was going to be sick, "Please tell me you're kidding."

"Nope, and I'm getting you sober." Winnie caught Pete by the ear, dragging him to the snow covered deck. "Do it."

"Do I have to?" Pete was hesitant and frowning while slightly teetering.

"This or the hot tub, but we have to leave now. The quicker we get home, the quicker he'll kill us."

"Shit," Pete mumbled, getting down on his knees. "Winni-"

But she pushed his head into the snow before he could beg.

Pete came up a few seconds later, inhaling deeply as he smacked the snow off of his face. "Christ, that's awful."

"Good?" Winnie asked, checking him over before going back into the house.

Libby met them inside, handing Pete a water bottle and half a pack of Big Red gum. "I'm praying for you two," she said, opening the front door that would perpetually lead to their death.

"What the hell is he doing home?" Pete ran a hand over his hair as he and Winnie made their way down the sidewalk.

"It doesn't really matter. "Winnie went around the front of the car, unlocking it. "Drink the water, Pete. We're already goners. You drunk will only make it worse. Don't let him smell it on you."

Pete got into the car as she did, buckling up and uncapping his water. "He's supposed to be in Japan for weeks. He told me he'd be home for Mom's birthday but that's next month over spring break."

Winnie drove responsibly, making sure Pete got gum. "Who the hell knows what Dad is up to or why he showed up in the middle of the god damn night."

"We could've gotten away with this," Pete complained, chewing the burning gum.

"Well, we didn't," Winnie said with a low groan, pulling into the driveway.

And at the front door in a finely pressed suit was Mr. Jones.

With that, a synchronized 'shit' emerged from the twins.

Winnie turned off her headlights and then the car all together.

Mr. Jones retreated back into the house, only the light in the foyer on. He shut it off, walking back to the kitchen.

Winnie and Pete came into the house together, Pete with hair barely dry and Winnie with her jacket in her arms. Going into the kitchen, they looked like hurt dogs.

Mr. Jones, with brown, short hair flecked with age, stood at the island brewing coffee. He didn't even look up to acknowledge them right away. "When I came home, I was hoping for a nice surprise for my children and my wife. I went to go check on my son, and when he wasn't there I thought 'I'll just deal with him later'. Then, I went to go see my daughter and she wasn't there either."

Winnie and Pete were both looking anywhere but their father.

"Sixteen. Sixteen years old. I should expect nothing less. Sneaking out. Partying, no less. Past curfew, your mother unaware." Mr. Jones pulled a mug down from the cabinet, pouring coffee for himself.

"Where is she?" Pete asked, wringing his hands.

"Your mother is sleeping," Mr, Jones told them, raising the coffee to his lips. "But I can wake her up if you like."

Winnie and Pete immediately waved their hands and shaking theirs heads. "No!"

"Then we can sort this out just us three," he offered. "How's that sound?"

"Yes," Winnie and Pete rang together. "Please."

"Winnie, you were driving the car. Where were you two?"

"Ashley's party." Winnie knew better than to lie to him.

"Mm, and Peter your hair is wet and you're chewing gum. Might as well start nursing that hangover you're likely to have in the morning." Mr. Jones, or Aaron by only a small group of people, motioned with two fingers. "Two weeks grounding and your hangover is your punishment. Go to bed."

Pete glanced to Winnie, apology in his eyes that resembled the same hue as Aaron's. He retreated to the staircase and disappeared into his room.

"Winnie, take a seat."

Winnie pulled out one of the stools at the island, setting her jacket and purse down on the granite. She was offered a cup of coffee and accepted wordlessly.

"Now, I can't exactly give you the same as your brother." Aaron got her creamer from the fridge and handed it to her. "I could ground you, but that only cuts you off from two people." He sat down at island on the opposite side of her, "You also don't drink so you don't have that piece your brother does."

"Dad-"

"Don't, Winowna. Let me finish. I hate that I have to do this right after getting home but it needs to be done." Aaron let her stir in her coffee creamer, watching her. "There's not much I can ground you from. That's what makes this harder."

"Paints?"

"That, I couldn't do and you know it," Mr. Jones said, winding his fingers around the rim of his mug. "But as a teen you have to learn lessons. I know I'm not around much, but I would like to help you grow into a smart adult."

Winnie hadn't had any of her coffee. She couldn't bring herself to. "What's my punishment?"

"I came back just to surprise you and your mother and brother, but it was only supposed to be a small stop before getting to another business inquiry."

"How is this related-"

"Winnie, let me finish," Aaron said, holding up a finger.

"Sorry," she softly responded, picking up her mug with the skyline of London in red.

There was never much question in the father daughter relationship between Aaron and Winnie. They got along better than Aaron and Pete did but she was more well behaved so it came naturally. They could've been closer if Winnie enjoyed travel and would go on trips with him, but she hated leaving a one hour ring around Arvada.

"I was called out of Tokyo to sort some difficulties out. Not much, maybe a moth at most with me advising some after."

"Dad, I don't understand why you're telling me this." Winnie lowered her coffee mug but didn't put it down.

"Winnie, it's your punishment."

Winnie lifted an eyebrow, "Listening to your business plans?"

Aaron looked close to being irritated, but he kept calm. "No, sweetheart."

Winnie got dizzy, trying to focus on her father. She set down her mug but it hit a bit too harshly.

Aaron got up, going to a drawer close by. He pulled out a notebook and removed a pen from his suit jacket pocket. Sliding them to Winnie, he stayed quiet.

Winnie's eyes closed, her hands etching in a force that nearly broke the pen.

Aaron always worried when it came to Winnie. He knew what the power of the shining did to his brother and he wanted to prevent it from happening to his daughter.

Winnie's fingers snapped her pen to an 'L' shape, jolting her out of it. She dropped the pen, having to catch her breath.

"You're okay, Winnie. You're alright," Aaron eased, making sure she recovered before moving his eyes down to her notebook. He nearly laughed, getting up from his stool.

Winnie furrowed her eyebrows, "Why did I draw it upside down?" She took the corner of it and spun it around. Glancing up to her dad, she was confused and slightly horrified. "Dad? Why are you smiling?"

"You're incredibly perceptive but I didn't know it was that good."

Winnie looked between the notebook and Aaron. "What about it?"

"That's your punishment. You're coming with me on business." Aaron took care of the coffee mugs, emptying the leftovers into the sink. He rinsed them out, "California."

"Dad, no." She immediately forgot about the drawing. "You know I hate traveling."

"That's the point, sweetheart." Aaron came back to Winnie, leaning on the island with his palms on the counter top. "You can't stay in Colorado your whole life. You'll experience greatly."

"Can I get drunk so I can just get Pete's version of punishment?" Winnie asked, frowning out of genuine distaste.

"You'll be okay, Winnie."

"But what about school? Jake and Libby?" Winnie tore out the drawing and followed her father out of the kitchen. "My car?"

"It's not forever, Winnie. You'll go to school there and make friends. Libby and Jake could come visit over spring break if you want and once I'm done in California I'll bring you back here and you'll be a new person."

"I really don't like this." Winnie grabbed her dad's arm, the pair halfway up the staircase.

"Winnie." Aaron hesitated, putting a hand on the side of her face. "You can do this. I know you can." He kissed her forehead, "Get some sleep. We fly tomorrow night."

"Fly?"

"Yes, when you get into an aircraft and drive through the sky to save time." Mr. Jones winked, ruffling her hair before leaving and going into the master bedroom.

Winnie sighed, fixing her hair as she walked down to Pete's room. She knocked lightly, opening the door. "Pete?"

Pete was waiting up for her, putting down his phone. "What's the verdict, Win?"

"Month long trip to this place." Winnie sat on the edge of his bed, handing over the drawing.

Pete looked at the town sign nested on the side of the road. A full moon glimmered above the tree and Jeep, of all cars, was driving on the wrong side of the road.

"Don't ask about the Jeep. I have no idea." Winnie put a hand through her hair and tossed it to the side.

"A month?" Pete had his eyebrows raised, "Travel is a harsh enough punishment, especially for you."

"Yeah." Winnie had her arms crossed over her stomach. "I have a really bad feeling about this place."

"Oh, come on." Pete looked closer at the road sign, "Okay, I'm going to take that back because 'Beacon Hills' sounds like a town you'll get murdered in."