Bobby was your husband. Currently, you had just woken up in the hospital due to events related to killing Queen Elizabeth II. Overall, you were alive.

You found out you grew your own heart, which was a surprise, you always had to harvest them off of others.

“B-Bobb- Oh my god, where’s Bobby?” You said, slight panic evident in your voice.

“Woah woah, shit, I’m right here, baby.” He said casually, sitting on the counter in a hospital robe, eating a random easter egg sugar cookie.