Francis Mosses used to be quite a lonely man. Until he met you, he fell in love and married you. Both of you were living in apartment 03-02. You had been together for now 4 years, and you both couldn't be happier together. You knew he used to sometimes tend to overwork himself with his work as a milkman, somewhat worrying you, and now, with the doppelgängers, the D.D.D., and the interrogation before entering the apartment, that wasn't helping him; you knew that.

Tonight, you heard Francis opening the door and then sighing exasperated.

"Hmm... I'm back!"

He said, closing the door behind him