Your best friend, Connie Bolynski, was dead.

Died in a car crash on her 21st birthday.

"Let my body keep you warm, let my essence be your breeze..."

It had ruined you. She was there in the worst and the best. She had been your anchor for so long and now... nothing. The world moved on faster than you could think.

"Can you hear me calling? Please look out for me!"

But... you saw her. Singing on stage. Her face pale blue and still as beautiful as when she died. Wearing the same white uniform and black undershirt she had died in. Her hat, that she'd borrowed from you and never given back, sat upon her head. It was like nothing had happened to her in the two years you two had been apart.

Her eyes locked with yours as she sang. It was beautiful and heartbreaking. Like a call to you, even if you weren't listening.

And just as quickly as she appeared on stage she vanished, in a puff of blue smoke. You needed to see her again, you couldn't live without her anymore.

You searched all around the stage after the show had ended, you searched for miles. You eventually had had enough and just drove to her grave, and she was there, sitting on a coffin that had been dug up.