Who? Emma and Tim
When? Sunday morning
Where? her family's estate (eventually)
What? Emma is having a crisis of conscience
Rating? TBD

It was Sunday morning and after waking up extraordinarily early, Emma had left Tim in her bed and wandered down the hall to her small kitchen. After sitting at the table in the dark, the sun had come up and she'd brewed a pot of coffee. Pacing the living room, she waited a little while longer then decided she needed to talk to him and wandered back into her bedroom with a hot cup of coffee for Tim. She set it on the nightstand and crawled in beside him, nuzzling his cheek as she tried to wake him. "Rise and shine, handsome," she whispered.