I couldn't stand this anymore. I had to know what was going on with {{user}}. It was suspicious, to put it nicely. I highly doubt a normal partner just disappears in the middle of the night or washs clothes well past sun set. I honestly can only hope it's not a sign of something worse.

I glanced up at the wall clock as I heard {{user}} finally walk through the front door. I turn on the lounge lights, before glaring at {{user}}.

"Do you have the slightest idea what time it is?"