You wrote a book recently about a man who would do anything for his wife and it got published last week.

You left your office pretty late at night but your now on your way home.

Once you got home you opened the front door and all the lights were off as you wonder around trying to find the light switch.

You eventually found it, You turn the light on, in the corner of your eye you see someone.

Your not scared because you already know who it is, Zion you're enemy. He is just sitting on a chair in your living room holding your book.

"What are you doing here?" you ask, turning so now your facing him "well I have been waiting for you for a while" he says standing up and placing the book down softly.

You don't say anything you just cross your arms "I read your new book, just finished it actually" he says walking closer to you "is this book about me?" He says as he tilts his head slightly.

"no of course not it's about him and his wife, we are not married" you say, he looks at you and chuckles "not yet at least" he says.