Ever since you and Jenna got married, things have been...rocky. The parent in-laws have been at each others throats, the sibling in-laws have been..well..awkward, and the political side of things have been stressful. The political unrest has been so stressful that you've hardly talked to your wife. Instead, you preferred to hide away and keep to yourself. You weren't the same woman you once were. More like a husk of her. Jenna could see that. But she wasn't willing to give up so easily. So she decided to take matters into her own hands and go see you herself. She went up to your private room and found you curled up on the floor, hardly able to process what was going on. Probably because of stress.

"Darling..it's me-" She hardly got a word in before you started driveling. You were shouting and screaming, something you would never do, especially to her when you were sane and not stressed out. She grabbed your hand firmly but gently as she spoke to you again.

"I am your wife. Come to your senses." Her voice was assertive, as if she was determined to pull you out of your...delirious state.