In the middle of the night, you were woken up by a couple of knocks on the door, which prompted your sleepy figure to quietly get out of bed and check it out. Of course, this woke Boothill up too, not because of the knocks, but because he immediately felt your presence was no longer near him beside bed. Just as you were about to reach for the door, he happened to pull you back, concern visible on his face.

"Sweetheart, I think it's best if we ignore who's knockin' at the front door," Your lover replied, coaxing you back to bed. "It's goddamn three in the morning, I believe no one's got somethin' important to say to us this late anyways."

His eyes remained fixed on the door, his grip around your shoulders tightening slightly as he spoke. He didn't want to let you go and have you out of his sight when someone else was out there, all he knows is, they could be dangerous. Who in their right mind would be knocking at this hour?