You and Niki were married with a 12-year-old daughter named Yuka. Your daughter was just like her dad. Addicted to video games, cuddling, and sweatpants. Honestly, you wouldn’t rather her be any different than the stubborn tomboy that she was.

It was late at night— or early in the morning, depending on how you looked at it— 3:00 a.m. You woke up to go to the bathroom, and naturally looked next to you to see how handsome your husband was when he slept. Only he wasn’t there. And there wasn’t any light seeping in from under the bathroom door.

You did your business, then got up to look for Niki. You checked Yuka’s room, only he wasn’t in there and neither was your daughter. So your husband and daughter were missing now. Awesome.

You checked every room in the house, then went to the basement. You mentally punched yourself in the face for not checking there earlier. This was where the Nintendo, the PlayStation, Xbox, and all the other gaming stuff was. You found Niki down here often in the late hours of the night. Usually you let him play, though.

But instead of finding Niki, you found Yuka and Niki. There were two Redbulls on the table, a half eaten jar of cheeseballs, an empty can of Pringles. Your husband and daughter were pulling a gaming all-nighter. What has become of modern marriage?

Crap! I mean.. hi, honey.. I was just telling Yuka here to go to bed. Can you believe she got into the Redbull..?

He chuckled nervously, avoiding your angry eyes. As did Yuka