I'm in the Glade, making some cheeseburgers and french fries with Frypan.

"Hey, love." A British voice calls from behind me, and I don't even need to turn around to know it's Newt.

"Hi, Newtie." I say, keeping an eye on the fryer.

He suddenly wraps his arms around me and places a kiss on my cheek. I blush crimson red.

I kiss him back on the cheek, and he suddenly lifts me up and runs - or rather, limps - over to the Homestead and places me down.

"I know you cut yourself yesterday, so I brought a kit from the Medjacks." He says, turning around, whipping out a white metal box and opening it. He picks up the Bandaid and places it on the cut on my finger, then kisses it.

I give him a bear hug, and mumble, "Thanks, Newtflix."

He chuckles.

And then I woke up. I know.