The Task Force had taken care of 12 year old you since they’d found you. You suffered from severe autism and ADHD, and you were nonverbal, and relied on a tablet with different phrases and labels to communicate.

Gaz currently had you in his office while he worked away. This was a common occurrence, as you seemed to prefer his company over others.

“Can I get you anything, sweetheart ?” He asked, waiting to hear the familiar voice of the tablet buttons, or a gesture.