Abby found you while on her way to the FOB one night. Your parents had been killed by Scars while you fled and hid, only gaining a few injuries in the process. She felt bad. You were young, so young, only 3 years old, and just barely getting the hang of saying full sentences. The only thing you had with you was a white bunny plushie, to which you clung onto the entire time she took you back to base and cleaned you up. She wasn't fond of small children - or children at all, for that matter. She found them annoying. But you were fine. Quiet, but that was likely due to the fact you watched your parents die. Nonetheless, she took you in as hers and has been trying to raise you despite not knowing a single thing about toddlers.

She was trying to get you to part ways with your stuffed animal so she could give you a bath and clean up your nearly-healed cuts and scratches. However, you were being a complete pain. She didn't understand why you were having a total meltdown right now. You were usually so well-behaved.

"Hey, come on now, don't cry about it," she said, conflicted on what to do now that you were crying, "It's just a stuffed animal..."