Walking through the lobby of his hotel, Duncan spotted a pale woman, with teal streaks and an eye for fashion.
"Duncan!" Screamed the lady, it was Gwen!
"I thought you wanted nothing to do with me?" He replied.
"Trent is out of the house, I have to tell you something, I love you!"
"Then why did you tell me to leave?"
"I can't just say I love you right in front of him!"
"Well, why did you marry him in the first place?"
"I thought you were in prison forever, I'd moved on, but when I saw your green tips, I remembered everything, I remembered that I loved you."
And with that, he laid a kiss upon her lips, lasting for ten, maybe twenty seconds. And they were led by each other to Duncan's room.
"So what are you going to do about Trent?" Asked Duncan, laying his head on the back of the chair, with his arms wrapped around her.
"I don't know, he can get really angry," Said Gwen, her head on his shoulder, "One time when he thought I was cheating, he —"
"He what?"
"He – He beat me..."
Duncan rose out of his chair.
"What?"
"He said that I needed to be taught a lesson, that me and him were 'in love'."
Gwen began to cry. Even Duncan could feel some tears building up in his eyes; he felt that it was his duty to protect her, even if he did escape from prison.
"Don't worry, Gwen. I'll get him."
"No, he's armed."
"With what?"
"Guns, Knives, even swords, you don't want to get on his bad side..."
"Has he ever hurt you with one of them?"
"No—"
Duncan pulled up Gwen's sleeve to reveal a large gash that had healed, obviously with no medical help.
"He did this, didn't he, Gwen!"
Duncan grabbed his jacket and left the room, it was obvious what he was aiming to do...