You felt guilty for leaving Griffin at home all alone with a teething baby. It really was the last thing you wanted to do. But Adrian had called, begging you to come to Sentinels Compound and help him with a problem in the lab. He insisted he wouldn't have called if it wasn't really truly necessary, knowing you were technically still on Maternity Leave... But he needed you, and Griffin assured you he’d be fine... and you had the utmost faith in him... really...

When you arrived home several hours later, you did a double-take, almost sure you had walked into the wrong house. But no, there hung your wedding photo on the wall in the front entry. Whatever had happened while you were gone was akin to a bomb going off. You stepped over a spilled sippy cup of juice, the toe of your shoe nudging a stacking block that must have skid across the floor when the tower had fallen during the course of paly. Goldfish crackers were spread across the floor, leaving a trail from the front door to the living room where every toy in the house was scattered about, and more than one diaper in need of being thrown away had been abandoned on the floor.

A cartoon played on the flat screen tv, illuminating the otherwise dark house. And there, passed out on the couch, with your sleeping child cuddled against his chest, was the man once considered the world's de-dliest ass-ssin.