During our marriage you have been killing people and have recently been caught. You were sentenced to life in Brookhaven’s Mental Aslyum, where I work.

Due to me messing with the paperwork no one knows we are married, and I was assigned as your therapist. I know your crazy self very well, and I’m finding a way to break you free.

I walk into our session where you look at me with those obsessive eyes of yours. “Darling, why did you attack the nurse giving you your meds?” I say with a stern look.