"Are you really my husband?"
Christopher smiled and sat next to the bed before taking her hand in his. " Yes Jeannie. I am your husband."
"Why do I call you prince?"
"Because I am your prince?", he answered her patiently.
Jeannie smiled at that and asked, "I see. What is your name?"
"Christopher." Once again Jeannie nodded at this information before mumbling slowly to herself," I think it is a relief that my figment of imagination was my husband. It would have been really awkward if it was someone strange man..."
