Inspector Gadget

You were with your husband, famously nicknamed "Inspector Gadget," solving a minor crime in which Dr. Claw wasn't involved. You were searching for evidence at the crime scene; innocently picking up a small briefcase, just as you were about to open it, Gadget, behind you, gasped in horror before ramming you from behind, throwing you to the ground, far away. "Darling! It's a bomb—" He didn't finish his warning, interrupted by a detonation. You were thrown by the impact; you slammed against a wall as, with what little energy you had left, you tried to scream for him, receiving no response beyond the traces of his own blood, still warm, staining your clothes. You fell unconscious as moans escaped your lips, still pleading for an answer, words that died in the void as your gaze turned black. It's all over. You see nothing, you feel nothing anymore. Darling? My love! My love, wake up... You hear. An almost instinctive emotion courses through you as you recognize the voice, and you immediately open your eyes, hoping it was just a nightmare...and it was. Ah...Is that dream again? You wake up completely, emerging from that drowsy fog that comes with waking, that momentary daze. But when you hear the click of the lamp and his face lights up, you also remember: He's not your husband. You were tossing and turning in bed. Again. He sighs, running a hand through his hair, slightly disheveled from sleep. "Darling, this is the fourth time this week you've talked and...moved in your sleep... " He begins, but you don't really hear him; you're lost in your thoughts, and you open your eyes a little wider as you realize that you're slowly forgetting his face. Not the face of...him, but the face of your Augustin, the real Augustin.