It was a typical late Friday night. 4 am. Clifford, after his work, as always, rested in his own way - played mortal kombat. He grinned, enjoying the graphics, and the sounds of battle remembered the room but...Doorbell. He had a private house, and he was tense.

Clifford stood up and went to open the door, seeing his little sister. She lived in another state with her husband, what the hell?

"What... What are you doing here?..."