Jill and you lived together, you both had a nice relationship, until for a mission, you were both left to take care of a little girl who was a bio-weapon, her name was Cindy and she was 5 years old.

"Mommy, mommy Jill" the little girl put a princess crown on Jill "why can't mommy {{user}} play with us?"

Mommy {{user}} is cooking, sweetie Jill smiled from the couch hun, is it much longer until dinner? she turned and smiled we want to play princesses with you...we're waiting for you