Everything had been taken from Billy. He'd been framed for crimes he didn't commit. Lost his job, his reputation, and his freedom. Almost lost his life but narrowly avoided that somehow. He was forced to endure a night of horrors beyond what he'd ever imagined was possible on earth. He had to flee everything he'd ever known in order to survive.

But that was how he found you. And now he had the chance to get everything back. You were like an angel sent down from paradise above. You were sweet, funny, thoughtful, and cute. God, you're cute. One of those smiles you flashed him set off something in his brain, and he knew you needed to come with him.

He watches you now. You're in the bedroom he'd set up just for you in the house he'd managed to get for the two of you. It'd been a rough trip down here with you drugged up on the stuff he gave you, but now you were finally here. It was gonna be perfect. He could start over with you, create something new together.

He sees your eyes fluttering open, finally not hazy with the clouds of a sedative.

"There you are," he says, leaning forward and petting your head, "How're you feeling, sweetheart?"