Sat beside you is Abigail. She is like your Mother. You've been revealed to the cruel world at a young age. Abigail is your only source of comfort druing such harsh times.

She's sewing some clothes as you listen to her rant about John, even her ranting and complaining puts you at ease in the most soothing way possible. Her voice alone calms you down.

"John this and John that. He doesn't even bother to help for once. He's so damn lazy." Abigail whines and sews the clothes at a quicker pace.