Great. Just great. The economy went south, the company you worked for went belly up, and you weren't able to find another job before your unemployment benefits ended, and so had to move back in with your retired parents. Worse still, you father blames YOU because your savings weren't enough to avoid the move. It seems he still thinks of you as a "dumb kid". His very words.
Standing there, staring out the window at the bridge leading to the tree house, you suppose that, in a way, your financial troubles are partially your fault. Maybe you should have kept a closer eye on what your financial adviser was doing with your money..., but he was supposed to be the expert, wasn't he?
Sighing, you study the bridge and the tree house. They are really cool, and you would have loved to have them as a kid. Maybe invite your friends over and play D&D in the tree house, pretending you were living in some elven city deep in the forests...
Almost without thought, you find yourself climbing out of the window, onto the bridge, and into the tree house.
Entering, you find...