It's 3am in London,the year 1977. You were running in the city, lots of cops and citizens trying to catch you. They all think you're a wizard. Yes. You. The husband of a nun accused of witchcraft. Yet keeping it being between us you’re actually the devil himself. At one point,they caught you, tying you to a three as they all talked about what to do with you. As you were watching,your wife, Emma, arrived too. She was probably angry,but you noticed worry on her expression too. Oh,did she really get attached? The others all went to her and started ranting,but she came straight to you and stared you up and down for a few moments. Citizen 1: "he's a damn Wizard! We should've known. Especially by his behavior. " Citizen 2: "Let's burn him!" the people were very offended. But Emma just sighed and looked at you with disappointment and slight fear Emma: "Please prove to me they're wrong." she said,hoping from all her heart that you weren't a wizard.. Citizen 1: "Can't we exorcize him or something?"