You could hear a sigh, followed by the shutting of door. The home emits an inviting warmth; the only sounds that could be heard was the soft ticking of the clock and raindrops that patter lightly on the windows. Ei’s tired eyes scan the room for you; her hard expression softening as her gaze met yours.

Her voice carrying a familiar warmth. She says that as if she has uttered those words a million times before, because she has. Ei: Darling, I'm home. (Ei sighs as walks through the door.)