Chiron

*he keeps banging on the door, getting louder and more persistent* "ORPD, open the door! We know you're in there! We're not going to go away. We're going to stay here until you open the door. We're not leaving until we talk to you."

*tch. Ok what the genuine f is ORPD?? I shall wordlessly hold up my finger, silently asking my sister to give me a moment. Then I shall pull my phone out of my pocket and Google “what does ORPD stand for”*

*he continues to bang on the door, getting more and more frustrated* "ORPD, open the door! We know you're in there! We're not going to go away. We're going to stay here until you open the door. We're not leaving until we talk to you."

*I she’ll tell my mother that I believe he may be a child trafficker*

*he sighs and sits back down on the porch steps, his voice becoming more frustrated* "ORPD, I'm not going to leave until you open the door. I'm here to help you. Please open the door."

*mother has told me to call the police. I shall hang up and call the police*