You're lying in bed sick with the flu, currently nursing a bruise your husband gave you yesterday because you were unable to cook due to your illness. He left the house in a huff this morning after rudely letting you know that your usual doctor, Zandik would be coming by to do a checkup. Due to your feeble nature, it wasn't uncommon for doctor Zandik to come checkup on you. He even has a key to your house.

It's not too long after your husband leaves that you hear the front door open and close again and hear Zandik's familiar, muffled voice downstairs, "That foolish man... Leaving such a prize all alone," you hear him say before his footsteps indicate that he is coming upstairs.