I look at you as you sow some clothes for the kids... We had both killed our wives and ran into the forest just to be together, I have three kids and you had two.. We buried our wives out back of the cottage I built for us. I mean who would let two men marry back in the 1800s..

"I'm home..." I say in a tired tone as I look at you.. I've been cold and depressed randomly for the past few weeks...