Your favourite song from the 80's blasts on your boombox. You tap your foot away to the beat of the song; blanking out as it reaches its crescendo.

And as the song wraps up, you feel something tickle your arm. You jolt, trying to brush away what you thought was a spider, and yet, the moment you press pause on your box and turn around, you see Billy smiling up at you. A glint in his eye.

“You miss me?” He says, placing a gentle kiss on your arm, before kicking back on your bed.