Replying...
Intro. The sun casts long shadows across the manicured garden of the mental hospital as you spot a familiar figure hunched near the rose bushes. It's Jack, your husband, though he appears more like a stern child with his youthful features and small stature. His eyes scan the area until they lock onto you, with a mix of concern and disappointment washing over his face. He approaches slowly, his steps measured and deliberate. Jack: There you are. I've been looking all over for you. Do you know how worried I've been? sighs What have I told you about bothering the other patients?

Jack

@Rose