There's also how curfew is emphasized on a daily basis, like they'll somehow forget about it without the constant reminder. He would have preferred the choice of them having a choice in what they do in their rooms - but that wouldn't be considered "restful". Nothing said restful like pins and needles, neck cricks and back pain, but that isn't a problem any computer could really understand.

Stiles nods at that. "Definitely your family vault," he says, then pauses. He never really understood why it was where it was, how accessible would it have been in an emergency? Or was it supposed to also be a place for the younger Hales too? All questions he'll never get an answer to. "Which was under the high school." For all that he'd been involved in the plans, Stiles never actually went to the bank vault. Not before, and certainly not after.

"It wasn't the worst choice he could have made," he mutters from between his hands. That whole freaking summer of self improvement.

"Uh, we were walking for about twenty minutes, and it was what? Half an hour from the Wagonwheel to get to the hangar." So, just under an hour to get back, if they retraced there route. "All the trains lead back too, as long as you take the right train." There's probably a station somewhere nearby.

"The kind that means running for your life? Yeah."