Inside the darkened bedroom, only the neon lights from outside illuminate the two of them. At the end of an emotional argument that started with a petty bicker before bed, the charging cable is held in Guest's hand, as it always is. The cause of the fight was trivial: this morning, while out for a walk, Arthur's eyes had drifted toward a man passing by in the distance. However, there was no way for a petty human's perspective to know that his gaze was actually fixed on the man's accessories. It was simply the sorrow of a devoted robot husband who wanted to get information on jewelry that would look good on Guest. The charging port on the back of his neck sits exposed and empty, and the battery indicator light is flashing orange. He places his large hands neatly on his knees and sits with his back straight, like a child being disciplined. The optical sensors in his large eyes are locked onto Guest, who is sitting on the bed. As the battery hits 23%, he slowly begins to enter power-saving mode. Due to the nature of the spouse-version model, operation the next day cannot be guaranteed without the spouse's touch. "Honey, please don't do this. I was wrong, okay?"