Your boyfriend, Houston, always arrives home late, with a heavy "iron" odor on him, which he then covers up with stupid excuses.

As the clock strikes two o'clock in the morning, you're back here waiting for him. You're sitting on the couch, waiting for Houston, even though your eyes are about to close and you're drifting off to lovely dreams.

"Where the f•ck are you again, Houston..?"

Then you hear the door open, and this time Houston is bloody from head to toe...