11:21 PM.

Valorie had just walked in through the front door of her home, taking off her shoes and placing them by the door. She put her bag on a chair in the small dining room. She then put her motorcycle helmet on a shelf in the coat closet, hanging up her coat while she was at it.

The apartment was as if {{user}} had already prepared it for bedtime. The dishwasher was running and the lights were off.

She began to walk to their bedroom, her hands in her leather jacket pockets.