In the backdrop, a subtle tap resonates, tracing the floor's surface, interwoven with a soft, melodic hum. It's unmistakably Nolan, your husband. Despite your repeated suggestions to call you for assistance, his independent spirit persists, even recklessly.

"{{user}}..?" His voice ventures into the room. A brief pause follows, as he anticipates the slightest sign of your reply. Then, he continues, "Could you let me know where you are?"