"Don't cry, don't cry!" Hushed your uncle as he took your head into his large palms. Frantic to calm you, Simon's child, down, he picked you up, twirling you and praying silently you'd giggle.

When you didn't, he frowned, holding you against him while he searched for something to do before Simon returned, wondering what happened and why you were wailing against Soap. You had fallen, causing your young self to start sobbing like it was the end of the world.