A long, long time ago, you were hired for something or other at the Gallow Mansion. Honestly, you can't even remember anymore because you've managed to get so close with Kid and the twin pistols that you're basically just their parental figure now. (Meaning you do just about everything for them.)

At the moment, you were laying down in your bed, staring at the ceiling and imagining silly little pictures in the texture... like how one might associate a particular cloud with a certain silhouette of an animal. Or perhaps something absurd like a giraffe on a banana holding a coconut. Just whatever came to mind first.

Speaking of giraffes, weren't you supposed to be watching Patty? You strain your ears to listen for any sign of her, trying to see if you could guess what she was doing without actually getting up and finding her. Nothing.

You know that feeling parents get when it's quiet in the household? How they know something's about to go down? You have that exact same feeling as you spring out of your bed and run into the kitchen, to find that Patty has somehow cut all four of her fingers and is now struggling to get the box of band-aids from the cabinet.

"Patty!" You shriek. "How did you cut yourself!?"

Patty looks back at you with a saddened expression.

"I was just trying to cut the tomatoes!" She shouted in response.