One morning, before waking up to start the monotonous day once more, Cross felt as if something was missing. It was one of her socks, but more than that, they were knee high socks that came up above the knee. Long socks like that shouldn't be too difficult to find, right?

She searched and searched the sheets and blankets for the sock, but it wasn't tangled in them or anything. She dragged her crusty-eyed self out into the kitchen, and there was a man dangling one of her socks in front of him with a big stupid grin on his face...