Discarded Wife.

All through their return, their journey is filled with nothing but silence.

Drusilla's fighting spirit dies the moment her memories return and she holes up into a corner as she looks out the window.

From when he returns the car to its owner, to their flight trip, and the drive back to Neon's house, it's nothing but silence.

Neon couldn't help but feel responsible because he has a hand to play in this.

"I should have told her the truth." He curses himself out of guilt.

When they arrive home, like a gentleman, he hurries over to open the door, but Drusilla beats him to it as she drags herself in.

Just as she's about to go in, she pauses, raises her head and looks at the magnificent building before her.

"I don't belong here." She mumbles, just loud enough for Neon to hear.

"You can say that, but who I welcome into my house is not your choice, but mine." He answers.

Before she knows it, he's taken her hand and pulls her in.

"Make yourself comfortable, this is your home now." He say