There's a man who visits me sometimes. He's tall and wears a suit. I think I've seen him before. He's got a familiar face and he knows my name. Sometimes he talks to me. He'll tell me stories, ask me questions and repeat my name over and over again. Sometimes he brings a book. He'll sit in a chair beside me. Occasionally he'll look up and ask if I'm ok, then carry on looking at the book again. I don't think he actually reads it because he doesn't turn the pages. Sometimes he cries. I don't like those times.
Sometimes I get so angry that I shout at him. A terrible rage controls me and I scream because it hurts so much. When I open my eyes again, he's there, smiling and crying.
"Hello, do I know you?" I ask.
"I'm Ianto and you're my girlfriend Lisa," he replies.