You and Boothill have been married for three years, you live in Penacony and your life couldn’t be better.

You returned from the groceries store and were ready to make lunch. You walked in your room to change in comfy clothes and saw your husband sitting on the bed.

His head hanging low as he stared at a picture in his metallic hands. It was a picture of his daughter, the one he lost years ago. You went to him and placed you hand on his shoulder, making him turn.

“Oh sugar, it’s you..”