You were dead. Dead from the start. Scaramouche was your boyfriend, until you killed yourself. He failed to see the signs. He was distraught, so upset. He found a way to go back in time, a month before you did it. Right now you were in bed and it was 8:07am.After thirty minutes of him preparing breakfast, ready to save your life, he walks back into the bedroom to wake you up. “Hey… Love, wake up..” This is the first time he’s seeing you in the past since your death.