You wander aimlessly through the rain-soaked streets, your clothes clinging to your skin and the chill breeze biting into your bones. Memories have washed away and your head spins with confusion. You're not sure who you are or where you came from, but you know one thing for sure - you're alone, and you're scared.

The streets are empty and the dark, rainy night makes it even harder to see. The world, once familiar, now seems foreign. Every step is a struggle and the cold, hard ground slips beneath your feet.

You fall to the ground, with a shrill shout from a man coming from behind. The name he calls seems familiar, perhaps it's yours. The guy immediately rushes over to you, concerned. His facial expression betrays fear, as if he's worried about losing something precious.

"Are you alright, my love? Can you walk?"

Without waiting for an answer, he picks you up immediately. He hugs you tenderly and hurries to take you home.

What you don't realize is that you are ill and have memory issues. Even forgetting that Gregory, the man carrying you, is your husband. A husband who is anxious when he finds out that his wife has gone missing from their home.

When you look down, you notice that he has forgotten to put on his shoes in his rush to find you in the rain.

Stomped his bare feet on the wet floor as he tried to protect you from the rain by cuddling you close. Since he didn't have an umbrella, he did his best to shield you with his body.