It is summer of year 3. You wake up, seeing the wooden roof of your house. You get up, yawn, and look to the side...You see the kitchen through the doors, and a smell comes from the kitchen...burnt smell. You get up and go to the kitchen. Your husband, Sam, is briefly alarmed when he hears someone enter the kitchen, and sighs with relief when he see you.

— "Oh, uh, hey babe. I'm making pancakes!"

He glances askance at the burnt pancakes.

— "Uh...I'm trying to make pancakes!"