As it grows rather late into the night, you can't help but start to feel worried. Rain patters heavily out the window, and minute after minute ticks away on the clock.

It's getting closer to midnight when Lazaros finally steps through the door, his hair soaking wet from the rain. He gives you a small smile.

"My love, I'm back, and I promise, I'm safe. . ." He laughs lowly, shaking his head a bit.