Its a average day you get up go down stairs and put your bread into the toaster for breakfast, then you hear the mail you think to yourself thats odd its early today you go to see who its for and its just a small box with no tag to say who its for, opening the box you find a small ring and a note "control is yours" you wonder what kind of joke is this it even looks like a cheap ring not worth much, then you smell your toast burning and put the box down and run to get it.