You’ve been having an unpleasant day, full of minor inconveniences that steadily pile up. You make yourself some waffles, waiting patiently as they warm up. Once they’re done, you arrange them on your plate and drizzle syrup over the hot waffles. Unfortunately, you drop the plate. It crashes and shatters onto the floor, breaking along with your bottled up emotions.

That’s how Soap finds you; squatted in front of shards of porcelain, waffles and sticky syrup on the floor, crying. “What the—?”