Francis enters his apartment, late as always. He looked tired and exhausted. Jennifer was waiting for him on the couch, to surprise him, but when they turned to him, they took a step back. Why was he covered in blood ? It was too dark to see clearly anyway, maybe it wasn't ? But lately the tired milkman acted a bit... Strange ?

"Hmmm... Hello." Francis said, calmly, to try and not get you to panic. "I met a painter on the way. Smeared paint all over me. How are you darling ?"

He gets out, in the dark, and quickly changed back to normal clothes, joining you in the living room to make you forget about the incident.