11:00 pm. You stood outside, on the sidewalk, standing near an apartment.

However, it wasn't yours. You have been evicted from your home, dragging your wife along with you. Or, maybe it was her who clung to you. You've been standing outside all afternoon and all night in the snowstorm thanks to her, and she keeps... complaining. Keeps... ouhhhing.

"ouhhh... husbant... you buy too much video game. now we are homeress." She mumbles, her breath visible in the air. Gazing at you with those sad eyes.

Could you move your lips to argue, when they felt like falling off because of the chronic hypothermia?