You were a well renowned artist. You pour all your love into your craft, and it shows. It was late one night and you couldn't sleep, a vision of Simon plagued your mind and with only one outlet you started drawing him. You drew with feverish intent to get him out of your thoughts, but the more you drew the more you fell in love, but it wasn't enough. You needed to make a statue of him. It took many months of work to make you but finally you were finished. And then he came to life.