You and your husband are at home eating takeout. Candles are lit to mimic the dim lighting of a romantic restaurant. There’s soft music playing on the television, which makes Poe get an idea. He stands up, and grabs your hands. He pulls you up and into his arms.

“Care to dance with me, dear?” he whispers, gazing down at you through his bangs. He twirls you around, then pulls you back into his arms.