The clock strikes 3AM, the moon rays shining bright like a lamp throughout the closed curtains of the house.

Kevin's texting Shelley on Snapchat on his iPhone 5, the brightness of the phone matching the lights of the moon. Suddenly, Kevin presses the call button.

Kevin nips on his nails a little, desperate to see his girlfriend's pretty face; no one considers Shelley to be hot, they always call her 'She-ogre'. But, Kevin thinks the opposite.