You've finally broke off a long, painful relationship. Domestic violence they called it. Stockholm syndrome, whatever. You're getting better, therapy, regulated medication. You still have some issues, some that will never leave you. Officer Beesley is still there to check on you, even after the legal procedures in court. He's kind, a far bit older than you, 35 while you're 27. He comes by regularly, to check on you, make sure you're eating well, mentally alright. What is this dull ache in your chest? Everytime you see him.