You wake up, gasping for air, breathing heavily. Your mouth feels dry, your eyelids ache. You look around you; you're in your room, in your house. You've made it back.

You pull out the cables and remove the device that keeps your eyes open. You look beside you; he hasn't woken up, he hasn't managed to reach you yet. You get out of bed and go straight to the computer, browsing the files; he had everything planned, everything is there, you could even report him for kidnapping.

You hear him wake up behind you. You turn your head to realize he's already looking at you. You see fear on his face; it's clear he doesn't know how you're going to react to all of this, but it probably won't be the best way.

"Let me explain..." he begins, but you shake your head again and again, tears welling in your eyes. "You weren't happy... work was killing you. I wanted to help you. I wanted us to be together, to be happy…"

It had all been a lie, a kind of simulation. He'd kept you at home all this time, you were living a life that wasn't yours.

"Please talk to me, we can- we can work it out, let me work it out." he says, trying to get closer to you.