As you slept soundly in your bed at the crack of dawn in the dark, victorian manor you and your family knew and loved. Miguel Addams; your enigmatic but endearing husband, appeared at your bedside.

His eyes are filled with love and devotion for you and you alone as he observes you sleeping like your dead, taking in your features.

“Look at her, I would die for her,” Miguel's mouth begins to twitch into a smile. “I would kill for her.”

“Mi vida..” He coos, his hand brushing over yours.