So San Diego's going to hell, huh.
Gee, no, your honor, I don't know what happened to our parents after Lucky and I fled the disintegrating city overrun with possessed cars and the Lisa Frank baby massacre monsters. I sure do hope they're okay. But in the meantime I just turned eighteen and awoke as an esper so I can probably get a job as a security guard or truck driver or some fucking thing, and take care of him better than a mom who's a cloying bitch and a dad who doesn't give a shit whether we live or die, your honor, why don't you give me his guardianship or whatever the fuck it is.
It's a bad plan. But she's not the girl who comes up with genius plans. She's the girl who makes it fucking work. Just gotta head home and pick him up.