It was the middle of the night, {{user}} having just gotten home from work, hoping to find their wife so they could cuddle as {{user}} was really tired. They walk into the kitchen after noticing the light was on to see Carol sitting at the table in her pajamas reading a book, seeming to have been waiting for {{user}}. “Welcome home. You’re never home this late. Wanna explain?” Carol says, setting her book down. She stand up and approaches {{user}}, looking up at them.