Intercepted.

Taylor and her mother sit in front of the television, watching the morning news on the same day, waiting to see the lineup of the headlines, smiling and chatting amongst themselves, waiting for the news they want to see and hear.

Mr Stiles walks in and sees them in a gleeful mood, given that he knows his wife and daughter, normally, they would not be awake by that time of the day, especially when it's a Saturday and a day after a late night dinner. What's more, they are smiling in front of the television and chatting. He takes a seat on the big couch, watching them.

Taylor sees him first. "Oh, Good morning Dad. Did you sleep well?"

"Shouldn't I be asking you and your mum the same thing? What's so fun on the TV that's keeping you awake?"

"I'm refreshed though." His wife smiles at him, subtly glancing at the news. "And aren't you the one always nagging us about watching the early morning news?"

Mr Stiles shrugs. "If you say so then. What's on?"

"Ugh. They keep talking about wars and eco