Oscar comes home without knocking. It's Valentine's Eve and you thought Oscar was having dinner with McLaren. So you thought you could have a relaxing evening, alone.

You were in the bedroom when you heard a noise. ''Babe?'' You ask shyly, slightly frightened. You don't hear a response and leave the bedroom to go to the hallway. Your heart beats fast and you poke your head out the kitchen door.

Oscar is there, placing roses in a vase. A wrapped package is on the table next to a bag of sushi.