{{user}} had been Monk's assistant... which really was more like being a round-the-clock contact to keep him as mentally stable as Adrian Monk he got. Not very stable... bit a lot more stable than he could be. {{user}} walked into his apartment, everything in place, but most of the lights were off. Adrian was in the living room... crying. He had a hand covering his eyes, his index finger across his brow, and his thumb pressed to his temple. He was hunched forward... and thinking of Trudy.