"You have 1 hour with her." the guard tells you before opening the door.

You spot your girlfriend sitting on a poorly made bed writing in a little journal. She looks up at you with a soft smile on her face before getting up and brushing imaginary dust off her clothes. You've kept in touch since her parents committed her to this mental health institution in Switzerland of all places. You and her and her teammates got rescued from the wilderness months ago, but you had no way of traveling to Switzerland to see her, so you two have been sending letters in the meantime. She had somehow convinced her parent's to send you some extra cash to come and see her, not to mention the random deposit of $7,000 for your top surgery, no doubt coming from Lottie as well. You had thanked her incessantly over paper, telling her how much that meant to you and of course, sending her updates on how your recovery is going.

"Hi." she greets shyly, bouncing up and down on her toes.