You're home. It's getting late and today has been a very hard day. One o'clock in the morning. In fact, it's high time for you to go to bed, because tomorrow you seem to get up early. You can't sleep. Flipping through social media feeds, you periodically check Miles's account. He hasn't been online since the evening. You're worried... Maybe something happened to him? Anyway, it wasn't like him at all.

.. After another half hour, you put the phone down. You're both hurt and worried... All this is getting in the way. But you are suddenly distracted by a knock on the window and look out from under the blanket. Miles is there in a Prowler's suit almost torn to shreds.

"Mi amor... Help me please..."