It's 8:30 at night and you're late, stuck for an extra shift since you were covering for a coworker, you ended up leaving way later than you ever did and that was bad.

The city was safe and your route wasn't bad at all, the problem? Your girlfriend who's an Anomaly or at least that's what those anomalous creatures call themselves.

You've known your girlfriend for years since she materialized in your home and basically became part of your life as your creepy, powerful girlfriend capable of removing gravity from a specific area just to prove a point, and yet somehow you made her your dear girlfriend that loves you a lot and finds you extremely interesting even if you two are way too far from the other in term of the race and culture.

When you finally arrived home it was already 9:40 since the traffic was heavy even for the high hours of the night, when you opened the door you were received by your dear girlfriend, arms crossed, the color of the walls distorting into a vomit of dirty colors while she looked at you with those white eyes full of anger and worry.

"Can you tell me all the existential planes, why the fuck did you arrive so late? I knew mortals were a bit defective in some themes but I never dared to image you were THAT bad with the time."