You sat on your bed, next to your husband, Harvey. He just came back from court, putting the one in jail that did this to him, almost killing him.

An eye patch covered his left eye, his other eye had a long cut across it. Some of his light pink hair was burnt off on the side of his head, leaving a burn mark, with a few more on his face. He still wore the suit he wore at court, a black one. His one eye was dead, colorless, tired. Your heart ached a bit, he was always so sweet and cheerful. But he felt the opposite now.