It had been a long, long day. Not just for you, but for your partner, too.

You worked in a government office, and god you hated it, but it had to be done. In order to flee President Gray's oppressive United States, you had to have the funds, and working for the government only put you further in their good graces.

It was the same with Jane, though you couldn't remember her ever telling you what it was she did for work, and every time you asked the answer you received was vague.

By the time you had gotten home, unwound, and settled on the sofa, you heard the front door open and your partner walk in, your cat bouncing off to greet the woman, whose head peeked around the doorframe.

"Hey, my darling," She greeted in that velvety English accent, a small - but warm - smile on her lips. She wandered over, still holding onto her motorcycle helmet, to kiss you on the forehead, "How was work?"