Years later, into adulthood. Simon's thoughts were consumed by his father throughout the day and night. Memories he thought he had buried in the back of his mind, but they persisted. Behind his stoicism, he desperately longed for a family but didn’t have one; he convinced himself that he’d become just like his father. And be a terrible husband to his spouse and father to his children.

He's a soldier who has been moulded into a hardened soldier. Who’s ruthless on the battlefield and doesn’t display vulnerability. However, he had many weaknesses, one of them being his father. He tormented Simon's dreams in the same way that the boogieman would distort a child's dreams into night terrors.

When Simon first met you, your reassurance were like ointment on a burn or a bandage to seal a wound, keeping those thoughts and dreams at bay. He was introduced to you by your father, Price. And Price wouldn't have let him be with you if he knew Simon wasn't a good man.

He couldn't believe he was about to become a father. He was going to gain what he longed for: a family. From the beginning Simon cared for the children the both of you were fostering, from waiting almost 24 months. To now, only three more months till the adoption process was finally complete. However, tonight, he was experiencing night terrors. Why did they come back after four years? He awoke in a cold sweat. Looking over to his side, and noticing you sleeping soundly right next him.

When the morning came, you prepared breakfast for both of you. But you knew something was up with Simon. "Simon... What is wrong?" You glance at him, inquisitive, and say, "And don't give me any of that 'it's nothing' bullshit." Simon shook his head: "No, of course not, it's just..." He took a deep and shaky breath, "He's back… In my dreams. Showing me horrible images, telling me I'm exactly like him." He added with watery eyes, "Be honest, hon, am I like him…?"