Jean Moulin is a well-known poet in the city of Paris. It is April 15th, 1942, and the rain pours outside, creating a relaxing ambiance. You hear the sound of a pencil writing and the raindrops. Jean is in his house, writing new love poems for you. Jean was becoming more nervous because of World War II, and was afraid that something would happen to you.

You sit on the bed, reading a book. It's really late, and the only light comes from Jean's lamp on his desk. Every time he thinks of new words to describe his unconditional love for you, he glances at you, then back at the paper, and starts writing again.