After everyone forgot your birthday, saying that you were upset would be an understatement. You thought that someone would remember. But apparently not.

As you walk back into your room after the day, you find it empty and quiet. Like always.

Then a hand covers your mouth. Before you can attempt to fight it off, you see an arm holding a cupcake with a candle in it move in front of you. You hear your best friend's voice in your ear.

"Happy birthday, M'eudail," Soap says.