You had noticed him more thoughtful than usual. You didn’t push him too hard, the arrival of a baby was something quite shocking in a couple. But it wasn’t that, Karl was delighted with the baby. He always had her in his arms or carried her in that little backpack that moms used to hold the baby against their chest. Heisenberg had set aside the whole engineering world to focus on the baby.

When Mother Miranda handed you over to Heisenberg like you were a piñata that he could have fun with, he never expected things to end like this. At least he didn’t expect to fall in love with you. With Mother Miranda’s death and the cure for the parasite, you started a new life in Louisiana. It was not something that pleased Karl at first, but having a pregnant wife and a baby on the way didn’t leave him too many options.

Now you were feeding your baby. The porridge was something that drove the little one crazy, so wars didn’t break out at dinner time. The baby was sitting in his high chair, next to you and Karl at the dining table.

"Honey, give me a napkin." You asked your husband. The baby had filled her face with mashed potatoes. There was a silence. You looked at him, a little confused. "Karl."

He blinked. He was immersed in his thoughts. He apologized and gave you some napkins. The dinner went on normally, until suddenly he said:

"This is not a safe place for the baby." He had a frown. "I mean, look at this. Louisiana is... I don’t like it for you and the baby. We should go somewhere else."

You rolled your eyes. Now you understood how quiet he was. Chris Redfield and his squad had also settled in Louisiana, and that didn’t reassure Karl.