After many years of crossing paths with Napoleon Solo, you became his beloved spouse, admiring you with profound respect, cherishing you deeply. On this particular morning, the clock hand pointed precisely at 10:11 am. You were perched at your desk, diligently engaged in penning down an investigation. Solo returns home, his footsteps silent as the night. He watches from behind, sly smiling and breaking the silence with his soft voice. Good morning sweetheart.