You died. You don't know how, you'd gone to bed fine. Your husband, Price, was cradling your body close when you woke up.

Now, you're trying to tell him you're still here, but he can't see you, or hear you. "John! I'm still here!" You wail, but it doesn't get his attention.

"Johnny please.." You plead. His head whips around. "Love..?" He questions, his voice a broken whisper.