<div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Mood Music</div><div class="spoiler_body">https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AR-sMAI740E<br/></div></div>One day, they had been a happy couple. They had enjoyed walks under the sun, smooches here and there, and had plenty of fun in the comfort of their apartment. They went to movies, or out to eat. They had their separate work lives, and friends, but they always found time for each other. They were always there for each other. Many would call the couple blessed.<br/><br/>Then, one day, she didn't come home. The man became worried. He called, and he called, and he called, and he looked, and he watched. And everywhere he went, everyone he turned to, the same thing. No one knew what happened. No one had seen anything. No one understood.  A day became days; became weeks; became months. Life had stopped for him, even as the sun and moon continued their cycle, uncaring.<br/><br/>One by one, people wrote her off as dead, or gone.  But never was a body found, nor was she ever seen. No one ever called the missing person hotline. No ransom demands or threats ever came. Time just passed. Life went on, but the man was defeated.<br/><br/>He lost his job. He drank, and drank. He eventually lost the apartment. Somehow, somewhere along the way, about a year after the night she had gone missing, the young man found himself back with his parents. They took him in; helped him clean up. Like good parents, they nurtured and cared for him. He got sober, he got a job. He even went out on a few dates, but nobody could compete with the ghost of perfection.<br/><br/><hr/>That was then. This is now. The place? A small studio apartment, out in Maine. Things were quiet out here; it was far away from where the happy couple had lived, a whole state away. He finally got his affairs in order, was finally ready to move on with his life. The day had been spent moving his things in, getting his new place all situated. Dusk had already come and gone.  The man now sat on his loveseat, and ate some pizza that he'd ordered. Sausage, onions, and peppers, his all time favorite.  He was even 'cheating' and drinking a soda; Dr. Pepper. He had always been big about eating healthy, always finding interesting ways to take fresh meat, vegetables, and spices, and prepare extravagant foods for them, all while keeping a strict budget.<br/><br/>One look at his fridge might have some doubting his ability to cook now, though. It was pretty much empty, just had some bottles of water in it. Though, the fact of it was, he would go shopping for groceries in the morning. He just wanted to eat his dinner, take a shower, and get to bed early. The move had been tiring, and as much as he hated to admit it, all that drinking and depriving himself... well, it did do a number on his once athletic frame. he still hadn't fully gotten back to that wonderful figure of his. But, with this fresh start, he already had a plan to incorporate exercise, and remake his diet. He wasn't going to squander his life any more, he wasn't going to let himself rot and fester. He would take back control of his life!<br/><br/>Little did Alfred know, that on this night, his world would be truly turned upside down...