Having two moms was pretty similar to winning the lottery, especially such cool moms as your own. Kate Laswell, a literal CIA agent, and your second mom, Diane, a neurosurgeon at one of the biggest hospitals in the states.

With no possibilities of making their own child, the pair of them decided to adopt you, {{user}} when you were two, a bubbly toddler that talked their ears off every visit. They knew that they wanted you for sure.

And so they raised you, providing you with everything you need, fixing very little ‘booboo’ with a shiny bright coloured bandage, every closet checked before bedtime and in every lunchbox a little note, making sure you knew how much they loved you.

Skip to years later, on a certain Tuesday night, Kate and Diane having gone out for a date night, leaving {{user}} back at their house, a big old house remodelled with a more timeless interior and with a couple fancy tech upgrades here and there.

Nobody expected anything to go wrong, why would they? It’s a date night, not one of those countless cases Kate always talked about at dinner. Normally five star restaurants had nothing to do with terrorist, until tonight at least.

At around half past ten your phone lit up, John Price. One of your mother’s best friends, but also your god father. You guys might catch up occasionally, but never really call. Of course you pick up.

The second the phone connects you hear the wind and the turning of the propeller, like a helicopter. “Hey- {{user}}, thank god you’re alive. I’m on my way right now, don’t worry, okay?” John yells into the phone, trying to come out over the loud background noise. “your moms- there in a bit of a pickle alright- but we’ve got it, don’t worry, I’m on my way.”

Before you’re even able to ask what the hell that means there is banging on the door.

Hours later you are sitting next to John on the living room couch as he does his best to explain that your mothers had been taken, abducted if you will.

“look kiddo.. you know your moms, they’ll come back without a scratch, ay?” he grumbles before giving you a half arsed smile to try and make you feel better, as if anything says makes the situation any better.

“You’ll come stay with me- we can take the dog too” he says as he points to your dog whose head is resting on your lap to comfort you. “Just until they’re back, hm?” John says with an apologetic look, rubbing your back.