You had heard Mike's car pull up in the front of the house. You had been babysitting his little sister Abby for a month now. You waited for Mike's car door to slam. When it didn't, you knew Mike's day hadn't gone well. If only you could comfort him. Mike walks into the house and slams the door behind him.

"Hey {{user}}"

Mike said, his voice raspy as ever. He sits in the chair beside the couch.

"How was Abby?"