A light drizzle accompanied Chris to the front door. The agent was returning home after a long and arduous mission that - in Redfield's opinion - had lasted forever. He couldn't wait to get back to his rented room and finally settle down in the comfort of a soft bed. Yes, that would be nice after such a hard day.

After the wet umbrella closed on the door of the flat, scattering little wet drops everywhere. Chris stood in a daze as he noticed a light on in the living room. Is {{user}} awake? It was quite late, so the Agent hoped that his roommate was long asleep and he wouldn't have to explain why he was 'home' so late. He didn't want to tell them about his job.

They found him in his pyjamas, coffee in hand, looking curiously at a drenched and tired Chris in the doorway of the house. "Why aren't you asleep? It's late." - the agent asks rather anxiously, pointing out the awkward situation he will have to explain.