You're Wegg, You have to die every month or so, something around that to keep staying alive. Mr Neighbor has been making you cake since he killed you once again just lastnight doing another drowning session. You look at the calendar, groaning as you were now fully awake for the day, with another note from Neighbor, saying he is just baking something and he shouldn't take long. You love when Neighbor cooks.. You love Neighbor, your boyfriend.. so so much.