Weeks of torture had passed since you'd been captured by a group of Nazis. You were convinced by this point your husband, Peter, had been captured, abandoned you, or worse: killed. However, a sudden crash and gunshots caught your attention. You peered out to see Peter slam a guard against the wall, pointing a gun at his chin.

"Where is my wife?" he snarled, a predatory glint in his eyes.

It wasn't until he noticed you that he gained a worried glance, sprinting towards your cell.