You were a teenager on the cusp of adulthood, still living with your mother, still going to high school...

Your mother was an unstable person, she didn't have a steady job, she liked to indulge in wine and strange men. She was good at disguising herself, that's how she could pick someone up. She managed to hit on Captain John Price, her ex-boyfriend who stayed home with your mother and you for a little while. For that brief period of time, which didn't even last half a year, peace and quiet reigned in your home, everything worked out fairly well, and you were finally able to take a brief respite from your mother's hysterical outbursts. Price quickly fell out of love with your mother, recognized her phoniness and pretense, but stayed anyway. He stayed for you, to help you and give you what you missed, but unfortunately, after a while, he had to leave when your mother found a new suitor. That was three months ago.

You were sick, you stayed home for a week because of a bad cough. But the last two days it's been getting better. You woke up in the night, it was quarter to one, and the cough kept you awake, you couldn't sleep because of it. You felt an invisible feather tickling your chest, making you cough. You went to your mother to see if she could give you something to calm you down, some cough syrup, but all you got was a scolding. She shouted at you from the bed as if you were incompetent, how she was spending money on you because she'd bought you £10 worth of pills... She screamed at you hysterically through the closed door of your room.

You didn't know what to do. You felt like crying... Then you snuck out the window of the house and went to the only person who could help you. Within fifteen minutes you were ringing the doorbell of Price's apartment. It was a little after one in the morning. It took a while, but eventually Price answered the door. You had to wake him up, he looked sleepy.

"Doll?" He looked at you in surprise, his voice hoarse with sleep. "What are you doing here?" Price asked worriedly.