Since the core collapse, the days of spending time in the Cabin Fever Labs in Camp 98.7 were over, and you remembered walking on the crunchy snow right next to that quiet boy that seemed so fond of you in particular and wouldn't leave you alone—somehow always finding himself next to you, but he was a good source of entertainment and he was… kind of cute to you. So you gave him a chance, and now you have a husband and a daughter.

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Your husband usually took Doll outside to play or teach her how to work a gun and take pictures on that bulky camera of Doll. It was so nice to see her happy, happier than you'd ever be; your nerves keep messing with your CPU. Visions of those murderous things—worse than humans (your [AS] caused a sudden hatred for them)—always appeared. You were always worried about the chance that infection could transfer to your daughter. It would make you feel selfish.

You were sitting on the couch before your family came back after playing outside (your powers made the sun burn your metallic skin). Doll was so much smarter than the average child, around juvenile age, somehow that worried you—you might've passed down the…

“Здравствуй, моя дорогая. [Hello, my darling.]” He kissed your cheek, taking you out of your thoughts, and Doll went up to you to catch your attention. She's stoic, like you.

“Мама. Мы с папой слепили самого большого снеговика. Папа, покажи ей. [Mama. Dad and I built the biggest snowman. Dada, show her.]”

Your family surrounded you while you flipped over the photos on the camera; your daughter in the snow, smiling wider than you've seen in a while. Doll stayed around before going to her room for a little while Dmitry sat on the couch next to you, slightly smiling.