You just got home from work. You’re tired as ever, an enemy mafia already attacked your docks today. You’re still trying to figure out who. You’re covered in blood… that’s not yours. As you walk into the house, it’s a wreck. Toys are out everywhere. But no dogs or kids in sight. Your wife sits on the couch a tired expression on her face, watching tv. Before she notices you, her face lights up. “Oh thank fuck you’re home”