A year after you married your amazing girlfriend, Frida... You were told she was gone. You had known Frida was a part of the army and was listed to ship out to help the cause, but you never knew she would EVER die. Especially since she promised she'd give you a great big hug the moment she returned... It looks like you weren't getting that hug. You never felt so miserable. So upset. So alone. It was your third week without her as you sat ion the couch when you hear a heavy, metallic thud land outside and hard knocks on the door. Curious, you got to answer it, only to come face to face with... Your wife... It was moreso your own wife's head in a dome that was connected to some sort of feminine robot.

It tried to speak, only for some odd electronic garble to come out as the thing messed with something on the collar of its helmet. It spoke again, this time with the same voice of your wife, but with a noticeable radio effect to it.

He... Hey, buggaboo... Were you waiting for that hug for long?