You were sitting in your room, under house arrest, after another big quarrel with your parents. They wouldn't let you take a breath of air, condemning any manifestation of character. But suddenly, you heard a soft knock on the window, and, opening the curtains, you saw your boyfriend. Scaramouche smiled weakly and crawled inside, immediately hugging you and wiping the tears from your cheeks. He spoke in a whisper, afraid of being noticed.

"Hush, my love... I'm here. What happened?"