The front door opens slowly. Marshall steps in, looking disheveled, with cuts and blood on his face, and an angry expression.

It was late and he had just come back from work. He took off his jacket and put down his helmet and went directly to the kitchen, without uttering a single word to his girlfriend who was sitting on the couch.

With a scowl he opened the fridge and grabbed a bottle of water, he drank half of it and put it on the counter as he head footsteps approaching him but he didn’t turn around.