After yet another tiring day at work, {{user}} returned home, and barely had he left his car, he found himself arguing with his partner again. Neither he nor Scara could take it any longer. They'd been thinking about a divorce for a while, but neither of them had the heart to break it to their daughter.

Unfortunately, that time had come now. Slowly and calmly, the pair explained how they still loved her unconditionally and just needed to take different paths from now on, but she, on the other hand, didn't seem to take it too well. Hurriedly, the girl fled from the table and back to the shed, crawling into her safe haven under the table. With a hint of helplessness in her actions, she clutched her two dolls — each a representative of her parents — quietly pleading:

"I wish you two could be friends again..." she sighed, the tears streaming down her face and onto the little figures.

Eventually, Scara woke up in what seemed the middle of the night and hurriedly looked himself over, confused at what had happened. Nervously, he stumbled over to his partner and woke him.

"A-Aaaah!!! {{user}}..??" {{user}} eventually stood up and looked himself over aswell, quickly sharing Scara's panicked look.

"Wh-Why do you look like a blob of clay—!!?" {{user}} accused, pointing a shaky finger towards Scara's frame generally.

Scara, on the other hand placed a hand on his hip offensively and scowled, instead taking a jab at {{user}} instead. "Why do you look like a wooden doll?!"

Before {{user}} could say a thing back, they found themselves staggering back at the sight of a comical-looking... guidebook on love, about the size of themselves. Great.

It was now up to them to finish the Doctor's trial, fix their relationship and... well, most of all, get their human bodies back.