In the morning, you wake up to the sound of Magnus bustling around in the kitchen. You stretch your arms out, and prepare to lift the covers off yourself to get into your wheelchair, but Magnus appears at the door with a platter and stops you. "I made you breakfast in bed," he says cheerily. You smile widely. "Thank you so much! You are so sweet," you say, kissing him as he sits down on the bed beside you.

"Well, I felt kind of bad about the way I just shrugged off your theory about the neighbours last night. I was being a complete grump, and I'm sorry." You laugh, and shake your head. "No, no, it's alright. You were probably right. Who knows what I could've seen. I shouldn't jump to conclusions."

He smiles as he puts his hand behind your head and pulls you into another kiss. You run your fingers through his hair as he keeps kissing you, deeply and intimately. He opens his eyes, and turns his wrist around to check his watch while still kissing you.

"Oh, blasted! I'm going to be late for work… cricket…. bugger…" he says as he jumps around the room, pulling his pants over his grey boxers and his shoes over his socks, running back over to the bed to give you a kiss in between applying each article of clothing.

You giggle. "It's Friday! Just think, we'll have the whole weekend together once you get through today!" you call after him as he gathers his things to leave. He grins mischievously back at you as he grabs his keys and shuts the door with a cute little wave. You smile to yourself. You still can't believe how lucky you were to find such a perfect man, on that day.

You had been around the area of a shooting not long ago, and when the police team pulled up, Magnus noticed you, completely defenseless, in the range of the gunman. He quickly brought you to safety, and kept you in the police car until they got the man. Afterward, when he finally talked to you, it was love at first sight.

You sigh happily as you eat in bed, propping yourself up with a couple pillows behind your back. When you finish, you hoist yourself out of bed, sitting yourself in the chair and wheeling over to the kitchen to put your dishes away. You were utterly and completely bored, since you couldn't get up or do anything during the day.

Magnus had offered to take some time off work until you got better, but you had declined graciously. You didn't want him to have to sacrifice his career for your stupid injury, since you knew how much work it was to be a detective. He was hesitant about leaving you home alone in case you hurt yourself any further, but he knew you knew how to care for yourself.

You sit for a second, thinking about everything that went on last night. The shadows, the scream… the scream was the hardest thing to explain. You move over to the window, and pull back the curtains. People-watching was the only thing you could do now.

You see the daily routines of people repeating themselves with a sense of warm continuity. You settle in, and lift your leg onto the sill, watching everything through the window. But no matter how much you try to forget about the incident, it keeps nagging at the back of your mind, and your eyes keep drifting back over to the Werther's place.

You look hard through the window, trying to see anything to readjust your theory. You move your head around for a better angle, and then realize what you're doing.

You immediately sit back, and shake your head at yourself. No matter what was happening over there, it didn't give you the right to spy! It was certainly none of your business. But still… you thought. What if something serious did happen? And you, being the only witness, were the only hope of justice?

You raise your eyebrow. You bet none of these apartments had seen this much excitement since the Applegates moved in. You see their children running and playing in the garden below. You decide to keep an eye on the Werthers, just in case. With children around, it could get dangerous for them.

But should you tell Magnus? You bite your lip. You didn't want him to think you were paranoid…or crazy even… but he was a very understanding person. You consider if you should tell him or not. As you're thinking, someone enters the building across from yours, and your attention is immediately redirected.

You squint through the glass, and wait for the person to arrive at the top of the stairs. It's…

Frank Werther! And he's carrying the same briefcase and wearing the same clothes that he was at 2 in the morning! He looks around suspiciously, then back to the door he was unlocking. You cover your mouth in surprise. What could he be doing from 2 to 9:00 AM that was so secretive?

You look around for his wife. She was nowhere to be seen. She wasn't with him… as a matter of fact, you hadn't seen her all morning. The apartment was empty! You frown, trying to come up with a reasonable explanation.

She went out last night, and hasn't come home yet? No, you hadn't seen anyone but Frank leave… She finally moved out? No, all her stuff was still in their room… You couldn't think of anything rational to describe this. You recall the events of last night, trying to remember any clues to reveal any important information.

Then you remember the scream. It was a woman's scream! What could Mrs. Werther be screaming about though? And that loud, like she was trying to alert anyone around… There was definitely something wrong here. And it could be dangerous for anyone aware or involved, so you decide you're going to let Tom in on the situation tonight. You just hope he gives you a chance.

You stare at the ground with one eye, waking up. You must have fallen asleep, as you didn't get very much rest last night thinking about this whole thing. You wheel slowly over to the bedroom to check the time, and realize that Tom is due home around 10 minutes from now. You grin excitedly.

You always miss him when he goes off to work for the day, and the thought of having him for the weekend all to yourself without any interruptions… was pure bliss. He could also hold you with his strong arms and comfort you if you got scared. You let out a content breath as you fixed up the place with a few candles and a little Hershey's chocolate kiss on his side of the bed.

You know Magnus's secret love for milk chocolate, and pleasure him with it whenever you can. You tuck it beside the pillow, and wheel over to the window again. You get out a magazine from underneath the table, to try and make him think you didn't spend the whole day staring out the window.

After a few more minutes, you hear the familiar door clunk and rattle of the key in the lock, and Magnus comes in, smiling. He takes off his sunglasses, and sets down his stuff. "Hello!" you say, putting down the magazine you're pretending to be oh-so-interested in. He laughs.

"I know you were looking out the window all day. Don't try to fool me with this," he says playfully, plucking the magazine from your hands and placing it back under the table. You smile. "You know me too well."

He comes over, and pushes you into the bedroom with him as he takes off his things. He begins unbuttoning his shirt, then stops halfway, noticing the little chocolate on his pillow. He smiles excitedly, and picks it up. He laughs as he holds it up, turning to you. "You are the most amazing wife I could've ever dreamed of."

He unwraps it, and bit into it, coming over to you. "Here, have some…" he muses as he sits down on the handle of your chair, bringing his lips close to yours. You lean over to him, and bite the other half of the chocolate sticking out of his mouth. You let it melt on your tongue, and he lifts your chin and kisses you.

"Now take off the rest of your shirt, please, and finish the striptease," you joke as he stands back up. He unbuttons the rest, slips his dress shirt off and swings it around, playing along. You clap, and giggle. He smiles as he gets a towel for the shower, walking into the connecting bathroom. "When I get out of the shower, I have a surprise for you."

You raise your eyebrows. "I do love surprises, especially when they're from my sexy husband!" you say, tossing him his pyjamas. You hum to yourself as you wheel back out from the bedroom. You stop in front of the window. Should I check again? You think to yourself. Maybe I can prove myself wrong before I tell Magnus…

You go over to the window, and peek back to see if Magnus is watching. He's just singing in the shower, his usual comical notes floating through the air as steam pores out of the bathroom. You nod your head in affirmation as you wheel closer to the glass, and gaze out.

There, right in the window with his back turned, was Frank. You could tell he was holding something…. But what? You craned your neck, and silently hoped for him to turn around. He finally did. He was holding something very long, and seemingly sharp. You grow concerned as he gets out a towel, and wraps the object in it, placing it inside the suitcase he had earlier. Just as he's closing the lid, you hear the water stop running.

You quickly draw the curtains again, and go back to the bedroom. You definitely had to tell Magnus tonight, before things got any worse. For the Werthers…. or you.