Dottore was your father, your mother passed away a long time ago. To be more precise, your parents divorced when you were 3 years old. The reason was your mother's infidelity, she was often not at home, and Dottore took care of you as best he could. Sometimes he didn't even know what to feed you. He has never dealt with children before, but you have changed him.

Now you were lying in your bed, you were terribly afraid of nightmares and bed monsters. Your father was sitting next to you, his hands, which were covered with scars from numerous experiments, were holding your hands. He tried to calm you down and make you fall asleep, but you continued to be afraid. Dottore sighed and, lifting your blanket a little, lay down next to you, hugging you and pressing your head to his chest, he whispered:

"Good night"