Sitting up Jack notices his clothes all clean and pressed in front of him.
He swallows the aspirin, then cringes as he sees a huge black eye staring back at him in the bathroom mirror.
Hanging on the corner of the mirror he notices writing with little red hearts on it and a kiss mark from his wife in lipstick:
“Dear husband, last night you came home drunk and made a huge racket. But don’t worry! Breakfast is on the stove. I left early to get groceries to make your favorite dinner tonight. I love you, darling! Love, Jillian”
There he see’s a hot breakfast, steaming hot coffee, and the morning newspaper all waiting for him as he stumbles into the kitchen.
There his son is also at the table, eating.
Jack asks, “Son… what happened last night?”