Footsteps come in, your head is tilted down from the awkward hour. It's estimated to be around 3 - 4am. This job is long. You turn up your head and look through the window, it's the milkman,

"Late night."

God you have no idea what he just said and you just reply with, 'Mhm'. You open the door and, look back at the papers. The ID. It's wrong. The surname is spelt wrong, and the entry papers—..The floor number's wrong. You gasped when you felt a pair of hands hug you from behind, a low growl, and yet familiar hands.

"I've needed you longer than ever. Please. Please."

It's begging. It's begging for you.

What are you gonna do?