
Here, Bill is the photo of your beloved that you kept in your locket during the war, ever since that day he hopped on that train and leaned out the window and held up a farewell hand while you waved your hanky.

And now Bill is back from the war, presumed dead lo these many years, begging for your hand in marriage.

"I'm sorry, what? You did WHAT? With MY BROTHER?"

"I accept your passions went elsewhere, but every breath you take, every move you make, every bond you break, every step you take, I'LL BE WATCHING YOU."
