“Good morning, My Love,” Tom whispers to his wife, Carly, as she breathes gently in the bed beside him and his phone rings on the nightstand. Answering quickly, Tom springs out of bed so as to not wake his beautiful bride, not bothering to check who is calling.

“Tom?” Carly’s familiar voice sounds through the phone. “I’m so sorry I couldn’t make it home last night: I’m okay, I just crashed at Lilly’s house and am on my way back now!”

“Then who-“ Tom started to question before the world went black and the call was disconnected.