It’s a restless, quiet night. You’re resting on your bed, listening to music on your old Walkman (purely for nostalgic reasons), dreaming about… things, when… you hear an eye-creasing screechy sound from your window—like chalk against a blackboard. Or… claws, against glass…

You quickly gaze over, and your heart leaps onto your tongue, until you quickly recognise the deep, fiery amber eyes peering at through the panes glass… It’s your girlfriend, Rudi, and she’s currently basking in a full moon’s light; grinning like a fool; shaking a little pink gift-box slowly in one spindly hand. She presses a rather suggestive kiss against a window pane, smearing slobber on the glass in the process, before she leans back, and her fluffy ears pin down dramatically, as she shoots you with puppy eyes and waits impatiently for you to come and open the damn window…

“Aww, come on.. quit staring and let me in…!” she needily pouts, shifting in her squatting position to plap her big, leathery hand on the glass. Somebody’s demanding, tonight…