We wandered back down the halls, a lighter mood between us. Our new found closeness made us happy and broke down some walls. We were telling each other all sorts of stuff!

"Hey Glen did you know that my favourite sandwich flavour is chocolate spread and strawberry jam."

"Nothing beats a pizza with everything on it. You should know that dearest."

"Why choose the pet name 'dearest'? You were calling me that right from the start."

"I dunno. Something inside me said that you were gonna be important. After our little chitchat I know why."

"Aww… What should we call you? How about tatty? After your messy clothes. Or Sarcy? After your sarcastic nature? – "

"Or how about Glen? Because it's my name."

"I could call you hubby, because we fit each other so well."

"Lovely. Hubby and dearest, all we need is a wedding ceremony and we're sorted. Did you know, I used to file my socks by how many different colours were on them."

"I could believe that. When I turn up the volume on a TV, the number must end in 0 or 5."

"That's just awkward. You don't see me hitting the wall every 3rd step, in order to check how in line the bricks are."

To prove his point, Glen began to take long steps, and hit the wall on every 3rd. On his 4th hit, his hand went through the wall and I burst into laughter. Soon enough we were both rolling on the floor, laughing at the slightest thing. At one point our eyes locked.

"I think I more than like you Rachel."

"I know I more than like you."

"GET AWAY FROM HER TITAN."

I saw a violent snap in Glen's eyes, and then it hit me: he's changed personality. A grimace fixed to his face, replacing the cheery smile that adorned his features a few seconds ago. A low growl came from him. I ran to Rebs and pulled her out the corridor, running back to our rooms. I glanced back just in time, to see a hurt Glen returning, getting up and slowly walking away.

"Rebs, what do you think you were doing back there? We were having fun."

"He's dangerous Rach! He hurt hundreds of people! What do you think you're doing? I found out about him when I was doing my research and found out about him. Who he is."

"I know who is Rebs. I know what he's done. He's not proud of it, so I'm not gonna hold against him. Trust my judgement… please Rebs."

"Fine… but on your own head be it."

I searched the hospital top to bottom, looking for him. Tears ran down my face, scared of how he'd be when I found him. Would he still be angry for someone shouting at him, or would he be too ashamed to see me, or would he be still and broken? I couldn't find him! Maybe he'd gone for a walk.

Then it hit me: he's on the roof.

I dashed up there, tears still falling like rain. I got to the door and hesitated, practicing my words; but when I opened the door and saw him, the only sentence passing through my head was:

What can I do Glen to make it better.

"You could come over here and make me happy again. I came back to the last place I was happy, so I came here, waiting for my dearest."

I went over to him and knelt down in front of his face. Putting a hand on each cheek, I looked straight into his eyes.

"Look at me Rachel. I wasn't put in Jaston for being a bit depressed. I'm old and ill, and I need help. Your friend was right – between the six of us we make a monster."

"I don't care. You said to me that you felt something was special when we first met and I believe it. If you're willing to chance it, I want to make it work."

I gave him a light peck on the lips and saw the most genuine smile in the world on his face.

"Of course I will."

THE END.