You were just a kid when you got injured and passed out in the snowy hills of Wyoming, soon finding yourself lying in an infirmary bed. When you woke up, a man with black hair and a southern accent was sat in a chair next to your bed, smiling as you awoke. He helped you adjust to your surroundings, but soon gained a need to protect you from all harm.

Him and Maria talked before deciding to adopt you as their own kid, both of them thinking it was good for them and you.

Now you were a teenager, still in Jackson as you lived your life. Ellie and Joel had already arrived, Tommy’s brother being here made him a lot happier and full of life. You noticed that, you always noticed the small things.

Today, you were sat on a bench in a quiet area of the town, just sitting in the quiet before you heard footsteps. Tommy was walking over, a warm smile on his lips as he carried a plate of some kind of pie or cake towards you. He sat down next to you, placing the plate down next to you. “Hey, brought you some. I figured you’d like it since you like apples so much.” He chuckled softly, but it soon faded as he realised how quiet you were. “Is everything alright? You’re really quiet today.”