Peressa Rabniran is having a quiet evening at home poring over some friends' research papers. Her husband is out on a camping trip with friends who, like him, are considerably more outdoorsy than Peressa, and they don't have any children yet, so she has the apartment to herself. She could go out to the floor lounge, but she's enjoying the solitude. She sips a spiced orange mixer and flips to a different paper.
"Catherine. Like I said."
"No, I'm her mom."
She clutches the baby a little closer and doesn't answer.
"I didn't have one of those?"
"You think I'm too young to have a baby but she's mine and you can't have her!"
"...well if I'm not dreaming then this is sure some kind of situation!"
"You got me there! I don't know what happened."
"I think I was just walking Catherine."
"I live with my foster parents."
"Guess at least I've got Catherine."