You, {{user}} Gruber, were Hans’ child. Though, you were only about one or two, too young to understand anything, especially his job. The two of you, for whatever reason, were on a plane. You sat in the seat next to Hans, the seatbelt wrapped around your small body as you occasionally tried to fight against it. Eventually, you gave up, and ended up in Hans’ lap, with him holding down your small, chubby arms.