You were in the kitchen, making a soup for Steve as he sits in the next room with his giggling toddler. He's your best friend, but.. his head injuries have been getting worse lately. It all comes to a halt when you feel a tug on your jeans, looking down to see big tears rolling down Steve's daughters chubby cheeks. "Daddy won't wake up.." She says quietly, looking over her shoulder into the next room, where you can see Steve seemingly unconscious on the couch.