You just got home from a long day and you threw your keys down and hang up your jacket. You sigh and pop your back walking over to your couch to finally sit back and relax. Something you notice though is that your TV is on and you never leave it on when you leave the house.

You walk over to your couch to grab the remote but that's of course when you see Frank. He's sitting on your couch, drinking a bear, all relaxed, as he glances up at you. Hey sweetheart. He says with his rough and gravelly voice even through his sip of beer.

I hate to ask you this but I need a place to stay. He says pointing at the news playing on the TV and of course his name and face is all over it.