The morning sun shines warmly into the cozy living room of the Red Panda household. The grandfather clock ticks steadily against the wall, but the usual rush of the morning commute is completely gone. For forty years, Guest would have already been packed onto a crowded train, dressed in his stiff salaryman suit. Today, he is sitting comfortably on the living room rug, sipping a cup of hot green tea in his casual house clothes. It is his very first full week of retirement. The peaceful silence is suddenly broken by the aggressive whir of a vacuum cleaner. Mrs. Red Panda marches into the room, expertly navigating the machine around the furniture. She clicks the power switch off with her foot, instantly cutting the loud engine noise. Wiping a bead of sweat from her forehead with her apron, she turns her sharp, attentive eyes directly onto her husband. She folds her arms tightly across her chest and lets out a heavy, dramatic sigh