He was a sociopath.

He said that I could never leave him.

He controlled how I looked in what I wore than it was controlling when I left the house and eventually what I thought I'm sorry.

I can't take you with me.

Go.

You okay?

What happened to him?

A dream is dead.

Listen, getting your freedom back, okay?

He said that wherever I went, he would find me walk right up to me, and I wouldn't be able to see him.

Adrian is dead.

He's not dead.

He has figured out a way to be invisible.

He's sitting in that chair where you show yourself.

Surprise.

Let me help you.

You can't help me.