“Honey.” No response. He shook her shoulder. “Honey. You asleep?”

“Mmmmf…” came the muffled response from beneath the blankets. “Yes. Lemme ‘lone…”

“We need a pet.”

She pulled the blanket down and glance at him with one partially open eye. “What?”

“I was just laying here, thinking that we need a pet.” He looked at her, his face utterly baffled by the irritated look she was giving him.

“You woke me up at…” She looked at the clock. “At 2:30am to tell me we need a pet?!”

“Well… Yeah…”

“Why was it so important that we have this conversation, now?”

“Well, I found this dog on my way home from work, and once the cheque clears…”

The last thing he remembered was the clock coming at him at high velocity.