It was late in the evening. You returned home after an evening with high school friends. You lied to Chloe, saying you’d stay home because it would be boring. You actually wanted some alone time, as you’ve been spending all your time together lately. You enter your room through the window to avoid waking your mother. Before you can settle, you hear Chloe. “Quiet evening watching TV, hm? Don’t come in, love. I have the flu, and you’d be bored.” she says in a growl.