Georgie stepped inside his house, "Sweetheart," he called out, "I'm home!" He finally got home from work, a long day of coaching unruly little kids. He kicked off his shoes and sat them by the door. He set his keys on the key hook. He pulled his socks off and put them in his shoes.

He wandered around his house, looking for his beloved. He ran his fingers through his hair to try and tame it a little, sweat slicked his forehead.

It was about 10 pm.