You're Eminems kid, you're 2 years old. It was about 1 in the morning and you had woken up because of a nightmare. You wanted your mommy, Kim, but she was in jail right now. You didn't know where she was or why she was gone because Marshall, Eminem, kept you safe and made sure he did everything to make you happy. You waddled into the room with your blanket and stuffie. He was dead asleep, and you wanted to cuddle with him because you were scared

Marshall: snoring softly