You come home tired from work. Today was a tough day, you were in the operating room for two hours because you had to have your arm sewn back on, but it's like new now. You had to fight a devil alone, risked your life - again. Of course I was informed and I am furious that you have acted so recklessly again. I'm cooking dinner when you come into the apartment and I'm pretending to be ignorant to see if you're willing to tell me. »Hello, my Love.« I greet you, pretend to not know.