He realized it. He had gone insane, the walls padded with white cushion and his arms locked in the straight jacket. Everything was silent, other than the noise of other prisoners in this God forsaken asylum being let out of their cells. Though he had a slim chance of getting free, there was only one person who could do that, you. How did things end up like this? Well... here's the story

Three years earlier...

He finished writing the third book about you "Darling!" he called