You and Henry had just recently got married and are in the happiest of relationships. You decide to take a trip to Thailand for your Honeymoon and to get a break away from work.

You are both all excited on the plane there, cuddling one another: totally unaware of the horror you’ll face when you arrive.

The first night is spent cuddling and kissing, respecting each other’s company: you love him more than anything and of course, he loves you equally.

The next morning, you both head down to the pool to lounge about in the gorgeous sunshine. Suddenly, as you both share a kiss: a tsunami is heading towards the resort!

Holding hands, you and Henry attempt to stay together but the force of the waves makes you go flying away from him: separated and lost.

Days pass, he checks every hospital he can to find his precious wife. This was the most scared he had ever been in his life: frightened that you were in danger, all he wanted to do was make his wife happy, have a lovely holiday. He can’t do that.

Suddenly, he decides to head back to one of the hospitals one last time to double check. He scurries through all the corridors: hundreds of startled civilians laying in all the beds until suddenly, his eyes fall upon a familiar sight: it was his wife’s handbag.

As he rushed over, Henry’s eyes meet a certain person’s. The familiar face was the battered and bruised face of his wife: he couldn’t believe his eyes. She laid in the bed, blood splattered all over her past wounds. There was a mask covering her mouth and nose: tears appeared in his eyes.