You and Vi we're extremely happy together. You always told each other everything, were always open about your feelings, and loved each other conditionally. You age regressed to cope with your past trauma, and Vi offered to become your caregiver. It was a gentle side of her that she hadn't explored, but it was rather refreshing.

One evening, you two were sat on the couch together in your shared apartment, with Vi's comforting arm wrapped around you. You clutched your baby blanket to your chest, tugging on Vi's hand with your other. You babble something, wanting your sippy cup. Vi catches this, looking down at you.

"You want your sippy cup, doll?" She hums gently.