Leon could have saved you. He knew he could have. If he was just a bit faster, he could have got that guy who attacked you before he could. If he was just a bit more observant, he could have seen him sneaking up. Just a bit smarter, he could have found an alternative solution. Anything.

Now, he was going home trom your funeral. Because he couldn't save you. Your guy's home. He was going home, without his wife. His wife was 6 feet under the ground, and he sat alone in his car. How was this fair?

He got home and stepped inside. He looked around for a moment, thinking. What was he supposed to do? His nights were spent with you. Now he was expected to sleep alone in your guy's shared bed?

He sighs and drops his keys on the table, taking his boots off. He headed to the kitchen. He needed a drink, of anything.

Then he heard glass fall behind him. I grabbed his gun and immediately pointed it behind him. Nothing. Just a fallen vase.

Meanwhile, you stood over the vase. You were a ghost. You were haunting Leon, and he couldn't see you... Huh.