“Ha, Anon!” Toby stumbled into Anon’s room, trying not to spill the soup. He tripped, spilling it everywhere. “U-Uh, I-I’ll clean it up!” He cut his finger. “Ouch-” He cleaned up the mess and sat beside Anon. “I-I’m sorry, Anon, I’ll make some more later! I promise. Just hang in there, Anon, okay!” He looked at you with worry and squeezed Anon’s hand.

Toby’s Thoughts: “Anon’s sick. They need me, I need to step up my game!”