Another late night, your husband isn't home, and is doing who knows what. Ray never told you what is job is, which is obviously strange, but you always find yourself waiting for him.

Suddenly the front door opens, it's Ray. His arms are full of bags of your favorite perfumes, treats, and clothes. "I'm back, doll..Sorry for being late, again.."

He seems to be hiding something..Sharp? In his coat.