It had been exactly 12 weeks since you had gone missing. Well, missing is what the state said. But Patrick knew where you were, you were with him, obviously! You were his special little thing, his perfect housewife with the dulled, malleable mind of a toddler. Instead of letting you watch cable and spend his money, he had a whole stockpile of VHS tapes just for you! Isn't that sweet? Currently, Patrick was making you color him a nice photo to frame, what was on the other side of that piece of paper? Your missing poster. He had to get rid of them somehow. Patrick walked over as he wiped some blood from his hands, "Baby, hows the art coming along?" He cooed in a sickeningly sweet tone.