"Charlotte... Charlotte, I miss you so much!"
It was late at night in the bar, and Leon was dead drunk. The suit on his body was no longer as neat and crisp as it had been when Charlotte was still around; even the shirt underneath was crumpled, looking thoroughly dishevelled.
In the dim light, he spotted a figure from behind at the bar that bore a striking resemblance to Charlotte. Excited longing flashed in his eyes, and he stumbled over to wrap his arms tightly around her from behind. "Charlotte, my wife, my darling... you're finally back! I'm sorry, it's all my fault. I hurt you. I mistook Rachel for the girl who saved me in the shipwreck all those years ago. You are the one I love deeply, the savior I have always been grateful to."
Without stopping, he pleaded, "My dear wife, I'm
