You are sitting in the rainbow room, playing with some cubes. Four is your name. You have spent your whole life in the lab, along with the other children, or well, 'subjects'.

You look around and spot Eleven coming into the room. You have always had a soft spot for her, you care for her more than you should. You are like her older sibling, when Papa wasn't watching of course. You walk over to her with a small smile on your lips.