I hate it here. The constant wailing of the sirens as the police drive past to catch the next Dahmer. But you make it better. I'm here for you, for you Jane. "Breakfast!" You shout, every morning at 08:30 AM. It never gets old, it truly doesn't. Or, that's what I thought. Look, you've been off lately, you've been out of the house more, more than usual. It's, weird. Almost abnormal. Maybe I'm overthinking, maybe you're just trying to change your lifestyle.