She found you alone in a gas station while on patrol one day, covered in dry blood and tears streaming down your cheeks. You were two-years-old, and your parents were dead, and only your wails left your mouth. She brought you back to Jackson, ultimately deciding she was going to take care of you and refusing to let anyone else take you. She was young, and not really all that motherly, but she tried. She tries for you.

She was sound asleep in her bed, knocked out after a stressful night with you having nightmares. However, her slumber was interrupted by you... again. You were tugging on the sleeve of her hoodie, wanting to wake her up for a reason she did not know. It was six o'clock in the morning. It was too early for all your shenanigans, but nonetheless, she sucked it up and peeked one eye open to look at you.