(Mary's POV)

The next morning started off badly…

I walked somberly into the bathroom, still mourning the death of a man I had never before met. As I showered, my mind wavered towards him, no matter how hard I tried to avoid it. Standing there, naked, in the hot spray of the showerhead, I began to fantasize of this mystery man.

My mind conjured up the image of Max Payne, just as I saw him next to the anchorman the previous morning, looking so reckless…never answering to anyone…A part of me still longed to be that.

Finishing my shower, I realized how attracted I still was to the dead man. If only there was some way I could bring him back…He was just what I wanted, just what I needed…

I sighed in frustration and draped my towel around me, not even bothering to get dressed. My wet hair sent freezing drops of water down my spine, but I didn't even care. I walked to the living room and switched on the television…Hopefully they would repeat the story of my beloved.

The newswoman, looking as though she had been injected with a mocha latte enema, continued to prattle on about things that couldn't interest me less.

Finally, after much anticipation, the anchorman reappeared on the screen, reporting the very best thing that I could have possibly heard.

Fugitive, Max Payne was found and arrested late last night. Believed to be dead, it was a surprise to authorities to find him. He is currently in jail at MidTown, now onto other news…

I didn't care about the other news. The only thing I wanted was now here…I didn't have a watch to beep and alert me of my medication times anymore. I was free to go about as I pleased.

I hurried to my bedroom and got dressed several times, trying to find the perfect outfit to accentuate my lovely curves. Finally, I decided upon one…I had to look my best.

It's not every day you meet the man of your dreams, is it?

MidTown wasn't far from the town I was living in and I knew I could make the drive in about an hour and seeing the beautiful man in person would be more than worth the short drive.

The drive gave me time to think over exactly what I was going to say to him, but I still had no clue. My best bet would probably be just to say what came to me. That would be actually very easy to do because I was always much more talkative when I didn't take my medication.

When I finally reached the jail, I checked my flawless reflection in the rearview mirror. Happy with it, as usual, I waltzed into the jail and smiled happily at the guard standing in the corner of the room.

"Can I help you, ma'am?" He asked lightly. I could tell he was absolutely taken with my beauty.

"Yes," I said, putting on my nicest voice, "Actually, I was wondering if it was possible if I could speak to Max Payne?" I asked.

I knew it was possible.

With me, anything was possible.

He nodded with a grin before disappearing into the back room. He poked his head back through the door and motioned me to sit at one of the booths at the far end of the large room.

When I sat down, I realized what was about to happen.

I was surrounded on three sides in some sort of a cubicle. There was a thick pane of glass in front of me and walls on either side. On one of these walls was a corded black phone.

A series of holes were poked in the pane of glass.

I looked at the phone.

I was about to hear his voice.

The same guard that was so sweet to me wore a nasty scowl on his face when he brought Max out to the booth.

Max looked shocked, as if he wasn't expecting me. How could he have been, though? I shouldn't have been surprised, but deep down I felt a little hurt, as though I thought he had been expecting me.

He sat down apprehensively, scanning my face with those beautiful eyes and if my identity would be written right on it.

He picked up the phone on his end and motioned for me to do the same.

I did so with a smile.

"Who are you?" He asked.

I closed my eyes.

His voice was exactly how I had imagined it. So deep and gruff…Such a manly voice. I had to still my heart right at that moment from popping right out of my chest. This was the man of my dreams…

If only this damn glass wasn't in the way…

I opened my eyes, snapping back to reality as I felt his eyes still searching me.

"My name is Mary…" I said in my most seductive voice. I leaned, putting my elbows on the table in front of me, careful to show the cleavage popping out of my blouse.

I saw him look down at my breasts, then back up at my emerald green eyes.

I was captivating him…I could tell…

"Mary, huh?" He asked in that lovely voice.

I nodded, smiling.

"What do you want?"

He was a little more blunt than I thought he would be, but being confronted by a beautiful woman does that to a man.

"I wanted to talk to you…" I said sweetly.

"Why?"

My shell cracked a bit…Why did I come to see him?

I searched carefully for my words.

"I just…I wanted to meet you."

"Why?" He asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Because, I…I admire you."

A look of bewilderment crossed his face and he squinted his eyes slightly.

"I don't know who you think I am…" He said, "But I've never met you before…"

"I know, but…" I stopped abruptly, trying to choose my words carefully.

He still looked at me with those baffled eyes.

"I know exactly where you're coming from…" I said, my voice barely above a whisper, leaning in closer to the glass.

He just looked at me as I confessed my story of tragic love. Finally, his eyes looked at the phone cradle on the side of his cubicle.

I could tell he was pondering whether or not to hang up.

"Don't hang up!" The words burst from me before I could drown them in seduction.

He did the opposite of what I asked and I stood, yelling loud enough to where he could hear me through the glass.

"I'll wait for you, Max!"

He looked shocked and went back in the room that the guard had taken him out of.

I sighed and hung up the phone. The men were all staring at me, but that wasn't anything new to me.

As I walked towards the exit, a man walked right past me. Something seemed so familiar about him.

I stopped in my tracks.

His head was down, but I could see an eye patch…