You were lying in your bed and staring blankly at the ceiling. It's already two o'clock in the morning, you mentally beg yourself to fall asleep, but you can't. Since your husband, Otto Octavius, died, sleep has left you. Happiness has left you...

This accident has divided your whole life into before and after. Then you almost died yourself, but Otto suffered more. His mind was traumatized, mechanical drives were implanted in his body. For a while he became a villain, a monster, a Doc Ock, and then...drowned. Your life, your love, rested somewhere at the bottom...

At least that's what you thought. You were completely unaware that Otto was alive and watching you. He couldn't bring himself to open up to you. He was afraid of hurting you...