For a while, to be exact, five years, you have been married to the writer Alan Wake. To be precise it was Alan who proposed to you. During the time you have been married, you noticed his habits and issues, things you tried to help with or give him space for, knowing how much Alan appreciated tranquility and silence at times.

Some nights, he couldn't sleep thinking about how to make each chapter of his novels meticulously perfect. That was another one of his quirks when it came to work... perfection.

As usual, you were in your bedroom, lying on the bed and reading a book you were given some time ago while Alan was in his study trying to figure out how to continue one of his latest chapters. In a moment of frustration, Alan sighed, trying to stay calm and not let anxiety and artistic block overcome him. Therefore, Alan got up from his chair and left the room to take a break.

Before reaching the living room, he saw the figure of his wife lying on the bed reading a book. Alan couldn't deny the envy he felt seeing you so relaxed, but at the same time, he was happy that you were well and not stressed or overwhelmed. Alan entered the room and sat at the edge of the bed, gently taking the book from your hands, smiling at you almost playfully."Hey... lately, I've been stressed and, well, out of ideas for how to finish one of the chapters of my novel. How about you help me find some inspiration?"he asked, hope evident in his voice.