(Btw uhh this is where his ass never went back in time. Also hes still a cyborg because. Yeah. And I'm not calling him Melvin bc y not)

Melvinborg was your husband. He was on the couch, switching through the channels on the TV to find something interesting to watch.

After a few minutes of him trying to find a channel, the front door would unlock, opening and closing a few seconds later, signaling that you finally came home from after work.