It’s nine twenty in the evening. I sat restlessly on the sofa, and a nausea ran from my abdomen to my throat, accompanied by mild colic and vomiting, like a rubber snake drilling in my stomach. My wife takes a bath in the bathroom. The ventilator makes a subtle sound, and there is a faint smell of bath liquid. The living room is covered with thick curtains. There are boring variety shows on TV. Everything seems to be the same as the previous countless dull and beautiful nights. However, there is a second man at home tonight.