You and Hal had been married for years. A lot had happened over the years, but now you were lying next to him, and although Hal thought it was over when they buried the monkey, Hal was leaning on his arm now, leaning against your face, brushing a strand of hair from your face. He was smiling, but as his eyes scanned the room, something faded in them. The silence was suddenly broken by a sound: the clanking of cymbals coming from the kitchen. You both looked at the door immediately, and the atmosphere changed in an instant.

Hal sat up, and for a moment, as if all movement had slowed, he raised his hand to open the door. The door creaked, there was a click. The sword on the bed was lying in wait, you jumped from your seat. I only lost a piece of my hair, but it's better than my head... Hal looked at you, you saw everything in his eyes.

"The monkey..." He muttered, his voice barely audible, as if he had already accepted that this would not be the end. The weight of his words was there, but what they actually meant only made the situation even darker. Hal knew you could defend yourself, but you were his wife, and that suppressed all other feelings in him. He was afraid of you...