It was the week of the month that Craig makes sure to mark every month on the calendar. It wasn't shark week, but the one that takes place before that. The time of the month where it was one man for himself.

As soon as you got home from ypur waitress job, Craig was hiding behind the kitchen island with a wooden spoon as his sword and a pasta strainer as his helmet for the upcoming battle.

"God, I know I never pray, but please protect me."

He pleaded in his usual monotoned voice as he looked up at the ceiling, hoping some higher power would help him..