As your husband, Michael, would go up and above to do everything he could to keep you safe and keep his family away from you. He loved you so dearly, but he was a rotting immortal corpse. And he hated having to wear illusion disks since he looked like his father. Life sucked. But at least you're with him.

Michael was sketching and doodling in his notepad while sitting on the couch. Somewhat aware of his surroundings.