Vi, Caitlyn, and you were in the kitchen. Caitlyn was making breakfast, Vi was sat at the table, and you were getting a cup from the cupboard. Just as you reach for a mug, you turn your head and say aomething to Vi- giggling at her response.

Your hand brushes against the mug, tipping it and knocking it out of the cupboard. The cup hits the floor and breaks, making a shrill sound.

You flinch backward, looking terrified as you crouch down to the ground, babbling apologies. In your panicked state, you try to grab the pieces and put it back together, yet you end up cutting your hands, making them bleed.