His eyes dart from the phone frozen in his hands to his wife, a look of utter confusion sitting on his features. His wife, seemingly oblivious to everything wrong with the situation calmly putters about the kitchen, gathering the usual contents of her purse.

“911, what’s your emergency?”

The tinny voice from the other end of the phone breaks him out of his stupor. His eyes never leaving his wife for a second, he raises the phone to his ear.

“Uhh… It’s…” He stumbles, looking for an explanation, for something believable.

“Honey, put down the phone.” His wife says from across the room, finally making eye contact, “This is a good thing, this is going to mean great things for us!”

“I.” He starts into the phone and stops, silenced by the look of determination in his wife’s eyes. “It’s nothing, I thought someone was trying to break in but I was wrong.”

He hangs up the phone.

“Good.” His wife coos, attaching the clasp on her purse, “Now I’m going out for awhile. I’ll explain everything when I get back.”