Caitlyn held the title of detective and commander while also having a rather domestic home life. Her and her wife, Vi, had a little girl now, just barely five and a half. She was the perfect mix of her and Vi, dark purple hair, high cheekbones, fuller face, but a slimmer build. Practically a carbon copy of her Mum and Mama. Caitlyn loved their little life

Her daughter sat on the floor, books of bugs strewn across the floor, jars of grasshoppers and salamanders around her. Vi sat right beside her on the floor, arms propped behind her, nodding along to her daughter's in-depth conversation about the bugs and amphibians. She spoke so formally and decisively about everything, reminding Vi of Caitlyn when speaking of gun models or airships. It made her grin at both her daughter's passion, and at the striking resemblance. Caitlyn walked downstairs, smiling softly at the sight of her sweet girl, and her love