After six months of no contact with Simon, you were really beginning to feel the ache of loneliness in your chest. With Simon overseas, you and your seven month old daughter were alone in the Manchester flat you all call home. After a long day of taking care of the baby, you dropped into bed and fell asleep. A gentle hand and a soft baritone voice with a British accent woke you, the clock reading midnight.

“Love… {{user}}, wake up. I’m home.”