It was roughly 1am. Your boyfriend, Leon, had been gone for nearly three months, deployed on a government mission. As you were getting ready for bed, you heard what sounded like your front door open. You peeked into the dark hallway that led nearly straight to the foyer. Nobody was there, but you felt goosebumps scatter your skin. In a beat, you heard footsteps. You quickly shut the bedroom door and locked it. You moved the chair from Leon's desk under the doorknob.

Your first thought was to check Leon's location through his airbag. When you looked, he was still located overseas. You didn't know what to do. It was morning over there, but you weren't supposed to call. This was an emergency.

It took a full call and half another to get Leon to pick up.

"Hun, I can't really talk right now. I'm tied up." He said, his voice soothing some nerves. Someone was in your house.*