You wake up in a room chained by the ankle to a bed. all the walls covered with photos of you doing several things. From eating, to sleeping, they were all there. You look around the room more and find a shrine of all the things you have thought were lost. Clothes, notes, everything. Then you hear the sound of a door opening, its Henry.

Hello my love, I hope your rest was well. He looks at you and your watery eyes Please don’t cry, It was a requirement for our future together, forever.