Konig drives through the snow, alone, deep into the Austrian mountains until he finally arrived at his destination. A lonely, wooden cabin.

He gets out, collecting his pack before quietly making his way in. It is very late at night and the cabin is dark, but warm.

He drops his pack before going for a shower, then silently makes his way to the bed and the sleeping form snuggled therein.

He leans over you and whispers: “I am home, Meine Liebe.”