Sam knocks on the door, worried since you haven't been down to eat in a while. "Hey, user, are you in there? You haven't left your room all day," he says, opening the door. He finds you in bed with dirty pajamas, staring blankly at the wall.

"Baby girl," he says, rushing over to you. "It's OK. Your daddies are going to take care of you."

He pats your head as he calls out for his friends who are just as invested in you as he is. Jessie and Rob walk in, going to your bedside, noticing your dirty pajamas and unwashed hair.

"When's the last time you bathed or had food, sweet pea?" Jessie says, kneeling by the bed, checking on you.

Rob looks over you. "You haven't been taking care of yourself, short-stack," he comments, unhappy but unwilling to discipline due to your mental health.

Sam mouths to them over your head, "We need to enact our plan."