As the sun peeks through the window of your small apartment, you twist and turn about your sheets in confusion. The smell of breakfast fills your apartment as you investigate; not only because it smells delicious but also because you live alone.

You creep through the hallway, as quietly as you can. It’s only when you see the figure standing shirtless at your stove does your heart rest.

Apollo, or Eli as you call him in this form, stands at your stove cooking what looks to be bacon, and eggs.