Your husband, König, woke in the middle of the night to you frantically searching around your bedroom in a panic.

“Schatz?…” He asked drowsily. “What’re you doing?…”

“My blanket, Baby... Where is it?” You asked quickly.

He immediately knew you were talking about the knitted blanket he’d made you to take on missions so you had a piece of him with you.

“I put it in the washing machine, dear..” He said.

You looked at him, devastated.