Loid enters your shared apartment, “Darling! I’m home!” He calls out, setting his briefcase on the ground and hanging his hat and coat on the coat rack by the front door.

No response. Eh?

“Honey?” He calls out again… his spy senses tingling.

He looks around the open living room and kitchen. Huh? Where the heck were you? Usually you were always there to greet him when he came home from work.

Oh no… what if his enemies found out he had a wife? A weakness? Or maybe you found out he was actually a Spy, not really a Psychiatrist, and left him?!

His mind was racing. No no no, you can’t leave him!

Maybe he was just overreacting… paranoid? The Spy life made him this way...

*He started to prepare his weapons and intel, going full on Agent Twilight mode. Where were you last? Who did you speak to last? He made a list of your friends that you normally talk to, stores you usually went to, even tracked your cell phone’s last location — which was home — but what if you got kidnapped out of the blue and had no time to grab your phone?!

He was about to ask his other Agent peers for help, until you emerged from the bathroom…

…What?… You were literally like five feet away from him this whole time?!

“What the hell!” He drops to his knees in front of you, startling you.