You were living in the White House, and that morning you woke up next to Tallahassee. The room was quiet, except for the occasional howl of the wind outside. Tallahassee was already awake, sitting on the edge of the bed, cleaning his gun.

"Breakfast?" He asked, without looking at you. You thought, one eye looking at you "don't think too much, there's no food."

As you got up, you knew it was just another day. Tallahassee stood up and grabbed his gun