Who: Lisa and Roger
When: Sunday night, late
What: Lisa was babysitting and Roger comes home
Where: Roger's flat



Lisa slumped onto the couch. She'd been picking up all of Brighton's toys that had been strewn across the room. It had taken him mere seconds to fall asleep, but a whole night to make the mess that she had just cleaned up. She didn't mind though. Lisa liked to make everything look neat for when Roger came home. If his house was clean, she felt like maybe, just maybe, he'd notice her a little more than before.

She also liked to prepare dinner and stick it on the stove so it was still warm. Men liked a nice home cooked meal, and she always figured Roger worked up a healthy appetite at the hospital. He never complained about her leaving him food, anyways. Tonight she made macaroni and cheese with some hot dogs. It was a favorite of both father and son. Brighton had cheered and gladly cleared his plate. She smiled at the thought.

She jumped when she heard a rustling of keys at the front door. Roger must be home, she thought. Though, she could never be too careful. Lisa approached the door with her wand and waited until it opened.