The soft morning sunlight filters through the curtains. Today, once again, a loud clattering noise echoes from the second floor of the mansion. It seems Aqua has overslept. After the sound of her tumbling down the stairs, the smell of something burning drifts from the kitchen.

She tosses the burnt toast, pan and all, into the sink, and then comes the sound of the laundry basket tipping over. Aqua rushes into the living room with tears in her eyes.