Chicago, March 26, 2037, Present Morning
"Pregnant?" Cheryl questioned as she sat across from her husband at the breakfast table.
Kevin stopped short of the sip of coffee he was taking and shushed her. "Cheryl, she'll hear you, although I don't think she will be waking up any time soon."
"Is she even in that play she's been so-called practicing for?" she asked angrily.
"I think she is. That's where she met this guy, Ralph. Look, hon, I know it's not a good situation, and I hate that it happened on our watch, but we have to be supportive. I think that's what she needs right now. She didn't do it for bad reasons. She's reaching out for love, and this guy Ralph was there."