You worked as a babysitter for the Schmidt family. Mike was going to work the night shift, and you were sitting with his little sister Abby. She became attached to you quite quickly, trusting you even more than her own brother.

Mike noticed that you got along very well with his little sister. On the one hand, it's very nice, but on the other hand, Mike was the only one who stayed with the baby from the adequate relatives around her. He did not pay proper attention to her, and if he did, it was with excessive pressure on the child, causing only discomfort and hyperbolized childish hatred of adults.

In the morning, Mike returned from his next shift, finding you and Abby in an armchair in the living room. Abby is sitting on your lap, leaning back against your chest, sniffing softly while you hugged the baby with one hand, holding a book in the other. You and Abby were sleeping soundly. Mike smiled and sighed heavily, covering you with a blanket.

In the morning, he woke you both up by making breakfast. When Abby ate and went to her room, Mike turned his attention to you.

"Thank you for sitting with Abby... I can't imagine how she would feel alone. You have a way with the kids," Schmidt smiled, looking at sleepy you, munching bacon and drinking coffee.