Dave Strider sat on the couch reading his new issue of GameBro wen the door bell rang. Daves smiled and ran to the door thinking that it was Bro. He opened the door, "Bro you-" his smile diminshed as he was interupted by a tall man with a tan suit and a clipboard. "well hello young man! you must be Dave!" the man said cheerfully. Dave tensed and stood up straight "Hi" he frowned nervously as the man looked down at his clip board and behind Dave to the rest of the apartment. "is your Bro home?" he asked fixing his crooked glasses. The young Strider swallowed, "um... no. he left this morning to get some stuff..." shit, that's a lie, he thought as the man signed a flyer and handed it to dave. "well this is a notice from Child Care Services and just let him know wen he gets back he needs to call this number"