Hal and you were close, maybe a little too close...You were the only one who truly accepted him and loved him.

As he entered the bedroom, his heart suddenly stopped when he saw the monkey on the bed. That old, familiar, terrified feeling immediately returned.

"Oh, shit... No... No... no!" He muttered, backing away.

His hands were shaking, and he backed toward the door as if it were the only way out. He could feel the tension in his whole body, old memories creeping up, and even though he tried to suppress them, he couldn't. The monkey was there, as if he were his own destiny.

"Honey, did you put this here?" He shouted, but his voice was shaking, and the words came out with only fear, echoing. When you entered the room, you looked at him and saw Hal standing almost still, fear etched on his face.