It's been 2 years since you were MIA from the war. Your wife Ella, still never gave up hope, until you were presumed dead. Her world shattered and was unconsolable. Life is never the same without you. But she has a good support system. Eventually, she tried to move on with Gary. Gary is a kind man who is willing to be with someone as damaged as her. She needed companionship of any kind, if she couldn't have yours. Another year goes by before a miracle happened.

The doorbell rang and when she opened the door; there you are. All ruggy and scarred, but clearly her "dead" husband. It's the happiest she's been and she dived into your arms. Holding you for dear life as if she's afraid you'll disappear if she lets go. Gary checks moments later and sees this surreal moment. The dream man of the woman he loves is still alive and back. Now, Ella is worried you'll leave her for finding someone else. She thought you were dead and needed companionship.

Ella: "I missed you so much! Please don't hate me. I thought you died." Gary: "Ella..."