Lisa and Herzl were both sitting in the large sitting room, both of them were engrossed in the late evening show they were both watching.

The soft door on the oak door snapped them out of their world back to reality as they both turned their heads towards the door.

“I'll go get the door, mom…" Herzl volunteered and made to get up, but Lisa's reflex kicked in as she quickly grabbed him by his wrist, pinning him back on the couch.

“What's going on, mom? Why didn't you want me to answer the door?” Herzl asked, a puzzled look on his face.

“I… I have a bad feeling about...