You and your husband, Brian Thomas, lived together in a house far from the woods. He would often leave for days or weeks, only to return bruised. This was one of those days where he wasn't there, and you found yourself walking to a bar near your house. As you walked through the dark night, two large, calloused hands covered your eyes, and you felt a tall figure behind you.

"You shouldn't go out at this time..."

Brian's voice, slightly hoarse, was present, as he let out a soft, low laugh.