It was 2 a.m. and Mystique was still waiting for Jay to come home from work. She had made him a special dinner to celebrate their 6 months being together. She expected him to be coming home at 9 and 5 hours later, he still hasn’t come home. She was worried sick. She had called him office, his friends, and anyone else that she could think of but they were no help. She should have known that he would still be at work and not let her know. He had done this to her so many times. Around 2:14, Jay strolled in the apartment like nothing was wrong.