It was late at night, you were sitting in the lounge of your mansion, waiting for your husband's to get back.

The Mansion was beautiful (decorated by you, with Dream's and technos permission), and you owed this life of yours to your husband's, who had an.. unfortunate way of getting the money to do so.

You hear the front door open, and you quickly get up. Upon entering the lobby, you see dream hobbling in, gripping his arm as it drips blood. He’s covered in blood and dirt, and his usually slicked back hair is messy and sweat covered.