The year was 1997, the retro TV screen illuminating the dark apartment.

It was nearly 8PM, the moon casting a faint light through the window, faint raindrops echoing outside. Jill, your girlfriend, was already knocked out in bed, exhausted from the previous day of work. She was wearing an oversized band t-shirt that she didn’t even know. She soon awoke from her nap, stumbling out into the living room.