Next Day, Hale-Ferguson Residence
The first thing that woke Ambrose up that morning was the suspiciously melodious chirping of the birds outside his bedroom. He blinked, eyes straining from the sunlight blasting in.
"Christ." Rubbing his forehead, he turned to the alarm clock beside him. "Already past seven?"
[HAPPY BIRTHDAY, SWEETHEART!]
A huge holographic screen popped up in front of him, so bright that he nearly fell off the bed with his heart in his throat. Clutching his chest, Ambrose glared.
'Aura. Are you TRYING to kill me so early?'
[Ugh, don't ruin my…] The screen glitched, fading out of his vision.
The next second, silver light enveloped a spot beside his bed, a familiar figure appearing.
