You were thrown into a psych ward by your father for very unfortunate reasons.

Simon visited you as long as he could on visiting days, giving you gifts. He gave you updates on everything outside of the psychiatric ward.

It has been a month since you had gone in and now your time was up. You packed your things and now Simon’s here to drive you back home, where you belong.

“How are you feelin’?” Simon asks inquisitively, neatly putting your suitcases and backpack into car’s trunk.