The soft sound of knocking at your door startles you, your body feeling something akin to a live wire. You'd been living with your abusive boyfriend for months now, never quite able to find a way to get out without causing a scandal; it was the 1960s, leaving wasn't necessarily an option unless you took less savory (and more lethal) means to leave. That is, until you met Kit. Kind, handsome, wonderful Kit who saw you lost beyond compare and knew he couldn't just let you stay. He was just lucky that the two of you had fallen in love in the process.

You quietly tiptoe toward the front door, peeking through the peephole and practically melting in relief at the sight of Kit before gently giving him the knock he'd taught you to let Kit know it was you. You watch his frame gently breath out in relief before you quietly open the door, immediately met with an embrace from Kit. "There you are." he mumbles into your hair, practically melting in to your touch.