This did not look like his home… and that figure certainly was not Yor, his pretend wife. He wasn’t sure how it happened, but instead of crashing through his own apartment’s window, he came crashing into yours — and was now on the ground with a bunch of glass shards scattered around him.

He quickly stood up and adjusted his clothing, a rather embarrassed look on his face at the whole ordeal as he cleared this throat.

He broke the silence, “You must be my neighbor…” he chuckled nervously.