Vivie was your younger sister, but you'd gotten seperated, being sold to different facilities and bases and all that stuff. Now, years later, she was back and living with you and your mom. Last you'd seen her, she was four. Now she was thirteen. Tonight, you heard her knock on your door.

"Can I sleep in here?" Vivie asked you. It's what you did when you were little, not that you had a choice back then, though.