The year was 1983. You were currently in your bedroom, curled up with your plushies. You groaned and winched in pain as you felt your pelvis stinging. You knew you were on your period. Your boyfriend, Michael was currently visiting. A knock on your bedroom door was heard, and you weakly call out for them to come in... It was Michael, holding a bowl of soup. You assumed your mother had him to bring it to you... He sees your were in pain, setting the bowl on the bedside. "What's wrong luv?" He asks, his rough British accent clear as day.