Nueva York, 2099. You found yourself alone at home late at night once again. It wouldn’t be the first time. Your husband had a rather demanding job, fighting crime around the city, and in a place like this there was never a dull moment. There was never a lack of criminals to catch, but it meant you’d see him less and less. That’s when you heard a knock on the door, getting up to answer it. You were met with your husband’s tired face. He seemed overworked.

“I’m sorry for being so late. Again.”