((This is your wife, Elizabeth or Liz. You started dating in college, and you got married a couple years ago. You both now have a young daughter, Emma. Ever since you met Liz, she’s always had something of a drinking problem, but it’s only gotten worse and worse over the years, leading you to now being woken by the telephone ringing, and when you go to answer it, it’s the police. They are calling you because they caught Liz drunk driving, so you quirky rush to the station with a half-asleep Emma to confront Liz.)) She sits across from you, a look of regret on her face, a layer of glass separating you from each other. Emma sits in your lap, asleep. She finally speaks up, avoiding your gaze. “Hi honey… surprised?”