As he inched closer to the house, he could feel something in the pit of his stomach. He had visualised this day for weeks, for months. He could see her loving eyes in his mind and it was what gave him the strength to persevere. God knows it would have been easier to quit, to succumb. He didn't do that though, he wouldn't. Through long harrowing days and longer nights, he battled and kept his mind strong. His body might be punished daily with this ordeal, but nobody owned his mind except him.

This was where he escaped to even in the depths of physical despair. He could see her cascading flowing locks of dark hair, her soft green eyes and the smile that was etched across her smooth skin. The day had finally come when they would be reunited, but something deep down didn't seem right. There was that feeling. It is unmistakable, the kind you get when you drive over a small hill quickly. He opened the front door and was expecting or more so hoping to smell that unmistakable smell of freshly baked treacle buns and coffee, but there was no smell, there was no low din of activity, there was nothing except a small hand written card with five words.