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You check the time—7:00 pm.

You hear noises from outside—voices arguing. You peer outside through the front window. Walking up to your house, an older man walks along the sidewalk using a cane to tap the ground. He wears dark sunglasses and is led by a young woman.

As the sun sets, a dull haze of light shines down. The temperature's rising. May is finally acting like May. You see no activity on the street other than these two strangers.

The pair walks close to the front of your home. Neither appears to be in immediate distress. The man swings the slender rod over the ground and catches a loose cinder block. He lifts his leg far over it to cross. He looks middle-aged, and his salt-and-pepper hair sweeps to the side in a crisp schoolboy cut. In fact, he has boyish features, and only his hair color speaks to his age. His body is lean and athletic, and he has an air of courage and independence as he walks.

The girl turns her head left and right as if searching for something. Her ponytail swings about with each turn, and her bangs wisp in the wind. She's not heavy or thin, and she's wearing a tight T-shirt that accentuates her curvy figure. The only color to her pale face are red cheeks from the cold, as she must be freezing in her mini-skirt.

As the two strangers start up the path to your house, you…