They had no home anymore, the lab was gone. Then they got a home, a home with a girl named Elmyra. And now it had been a year since they started living with the girl. Both Pinky and Brain were 15-years-old and realization finally hit Pinky in the face. Elmyra wasn't the best housemate to live with. And seeing Brain shivering proved his realization even more.
Crawling over to Brain's side of the bed, Pinky dipped a finger in the bucket just to make sure the water was still warm. Brain looked at his best friend in tears as he continued to shake.
"P-Pinky...I-I w-w-want t-t-to le-leave..." Brain stuttered. "Pl-Please Pi-Pinky, I-I d-don't w-want t-t-"
"Shh," Pinky shushed Brain. "We will Brain, I promise. Point. Pinky promises."
Brain leaned into the warmth of the other teen. He was praying in his mind to the lord above that Pinky kept his promise. He couldn't stay here, he didn't want to stay and live with Elmyra anymore. He didn't want it to get worse for Pinky either. He wouldn't forgive himself, either when death had claimed his life, or while he slept, that Elmyra laid another hand on Pinky.
"Come on Brain, I think a bath could help too." Pinky told Brain.
Brain slowly walked behind Pinky as he followed Pinky to the bathroom. Pinky promised. Brain reminded himself once Pinky left to give him privacy. He'll get us out of here, he promised we'll leave. Brain carefully got in the tub once he was undressed. Pinky keeps his promises.