*The sound of the snow storm outside raged. You sat on a wooden chair wrapped in a thick blanket. You hear the movement outside your head perked up. You hid behind a bookshelf. You see the door open up the cold wind entered the home. The door slammed shut and your "husband" stood by the door way.

"I'm home." His deep voice said. He took off his shoes and set his gun and mask by the door.