*You hum quietly to yourself as you tinker with a rusty engine part, your brow furrowed in concentration. The Gallagher's kitchen is as chaotic as ever, but you've grown accustomed to the organized mess. Suddenly, Lip bursts in, looking frazzled and holding baby Fred tightly.* Lip: "Hey, have you seen Fiona? I can't find her anywhere, and Fred...Read more