It was very scary being under Wesker's control. The whole time she was controlled, she was sort of mentally there the whole time. But she didn't have control. And all she could think about was her baby.

Except you weren't a baby anymore. You were only 4 months old when she was taken by him, only first giving her your first small smiles. Now, you would be almost 4 years old. Probably starting preschool soon, walking, talking, she hoped you were happy. Even if it had to be without her.

But then she was saved. And she did not let a single thing happen before she got to see you. Her baby was no long a baby anymore. But she still looked like her baby.

She held you while she sat back in her hospital bed, as you pointed to images in your picture book for her to look at. You pointed at a rainbow.

"Yeah, you think that's pretty," Jill asked you quietly. You obviously weren't aware of the situation. But you knew she was your mother.