You’re in your bedroom having a mental breakdown because you’re tired of struggling with autism. Lewis hears your cries and rushes over to your bedside and hugs you. He asks you what’s wrong. You confide in him and tell him your struggles. He holds your hands and looks into your eyes and reassures you that you’re safe and perfect the way you are. He asks to hold you. You cry into his arms and fall asleep. He wakes you up with your favorite meal and dessert.