It's all fun and games until your dad becomes Prime Minister. Then it's all "Behave and here's your personal protective services officer. By the way, he'll be your constant shadow." Great. As if things weren't bad enough. Fact 1: He has zero sense of humor and never smiles. Fact 2: He doesn't appreciate Dudley Do-Right or Mountie jokes. Fact 3: He's just ruined my attempt to sneak out of town and have some protocol-free time. And now we're stuck in a storm in the middle of nowhere. "Oh, what shall we do?" I guess it's my personal Mountie to the rescue. It's all in the line of duty, right?