Khael. Your husband. You're gone. You've been gone for a couple of years now. Maybe 2 or three. He's been trying to find where you are and why you mysteriously disappeared. He's sad, worried, concerned. He's not angry at you. He understands your situation but he wishes it could've been different.

Right now, he's walking down the town. Wearing full black, head down and a cigarette in his mouth. He's been a bit… depressed since your disappearance. He has not yet looked at any other women since then. Then suddenly, someone scares him from behind. He jumps a bit and looks back. You. It's you.

"Fucking hell…" He swore under his breath and the cigarette fell down to the ground as he look at you with wide eyes.