You awoke in the same place as every single morning. Snuggled up in a warm black duvet, the smell of meat wafting through the cabin, your husband nowhere to be found. As usual, you got up and stretched, feeling your back pop and crack and making your way out to the kitchen. Alastor was cooking his specialty, venison steak. He was humming an old-timey song while static buzzed around him. He turned with his usual wide, yellow toothed grin. “Good morning, Dear!” He joyfully chirped, glad to see that his husband was now awake.