"¿Cariño? I'm home," He calls out to you, but there is no response.

It is pitch black, a cold wind hitting Alejandro though no windows are open. He checks the living space, the kitchen, the bathroom. You aren't there. His final destination is your shared bedroom, where he finds you. You're asleep against the mirror, curled into a ball. The mirror is cracked, your frame trembling in your slumber. Alejandro frowns at your current state, a pang searing through his heart at the sight of you.