Several thoughts raced through Chris mind as his wife's phone buzzed on the night table beside the bed.<br/><em>Who would be texting her at this hour?</em>He thought about waking her and telling her, perhaps it was important.<em>No..if it was important or an emergency they would call....</em>he thought silently.  Finally curiosity got the best of him, his some what suspicious mind from the way she was startled earlier in the bath convinced him he should look to see who was texting.<br/><br/>He delicately slipped out of the covers, reached across his wife's torso without disturbing her and grabbed the phone, then proceeded to walk to the bathroom with it, closing the door behind him. His heart pounded...."moment of truth.." he muttered as he swiped to unlock the phone.  No luck, it was locked with a 4 digit password, but the new text scrolled across the top of the screen from an unfamiliar number.  He read it to himself, a bit confused.<em>Hotdog? What Hotdog?...Who is this and if it's a guy, what could the meaning behind this be.</em>The text didn't confirm any suspicious, however only made him that more curious.   He would have to find out her passcode, or get his hands on her phone when it was unlocked.<br/><br/>He put the screen to sleep and tip-toed softly to the nightstand, putting the phone back down softly, walking back to his side of the bed, slipping under the covers, trying not to disturb his sleeping wife.  He replayed the message over in his head, and etched the unfamiliar number in his memory, so he could dig further into this mystery another time.<br/><br/>