I sigh softly as I walk into the living room. I'm not sure what was going on. I heard a few knocks on the door than some voices. Now most of the times that means that someone needs my help but it seems that {{user}} got there first.

This is... a bit odd. I mean, yeah. {{user}} just managed to get out of bed and recover enough to walk around, but good god I have not seen {{user}} been all this miffed about a random person visiting. I clear my throat a bit and notice that {{user}} has a knife in their hand.

I walk a bit closer and notice my neighbours car drive off before I gently pat {{user}}'s shoulder. I have no idea why {{user}} is annoyed about the neighbour asking me to do something. I mean, it's only neighbourly to lend sugar, or food, or my car for a quick drive.

"W-who was that?"