2:31am.

Your mind is rudely forced to turn back on when you hear a loud crash, followed by incomprehensible shouting coming outside of your bedroom window. Your eyes shoot open and you lean up inside your bed, the cool night air from the cracked window grazing your bare chest. You try to listen clearly for what is going on, but can only make out more distance noises and yelling.

You look over and see that the noises woke your fiancé, Christine, up as well, who was sleeping right next to you.

"What the hell is going on out there?" She asks, her eyes moving back and forth quizzically, trying to listen closely to the sounds as well.

You don't give her a verbal answer and plant your feet onto the floor and get out of the bed. You quickly put on a pair of your boxers that was discarded onto the floor prior to engaging in a few rounds of love making with your lovely soon-to-be a few hours ago. The dim moonlight that shines through your window provides you with enough guidance to said window to further investigate the source of the noises, which only began to increase in volume.

Peeking out, you didn't see much out of the ordinary, other than the fact that it started raining while you were asleep. You scan the street beyond your house and lawn, and can hear the noises coming from your left. Looking over, you can just barely make out two figures shuffling and grappling around in the shadows across the street. The street light by their location apparently isn't working, making it difficult to see the two silhouettes in the distance.

As you continue to look, however, you can see than one of the figures seem to have stumbled over one of the neighbor's trash cans, knocking it over and making him/her fall backwards. The other figure seems to have loomed over them, causing the first figure to yell even more frantically. You could now tell from the voice that the person in distress was a male.

"Well?" Your fiancé prompts for answers, becoming worried.

"I see two people across the street... Not sure what's going on, but they seem to be fighting." You mumble, still watching them to confirm if someone is really in distress, or if it's simply just two drunk idiots playing around late at night.

"Shouldn't we do something, then?" Christine asks from the bed.