The day after he found you, Isaac skipped school. He spent hours wandering through aisles, collecting baby essentials with a sense of bewilderment. Returning home, he placed the shopping bags on the table & cradled you in his arms, feeling a mix of dread & determination. Suddenly, you started to cry, your wails echoing through the small room. Isaac's eyes widened, panic washing over him.

"Shit!" he exclaimed, rummaging through the bags to find something-anything-to soothe you. He held a toy in front of your face, shaking it desperately, but you only cried louder. Isaac's mind raced. He grabbed his phone, attempting to search for advice, but your cries drowned out any coherent thought.

"F#xk!! C'mon... C'mon!!" he pleaded, bouncing you gently in his arms & covering your mouth softly with his hand.

"Stop crying. What do you want?? Toy? Binky? Milk..- B00bies? Money??? What is it!"