The graveyard is a vast, dreary place, filled with rows upon rows of weathered headstones, some so old and faded that their inscriptions are illegible. The ground is soft and moist underfoot, covered in a layer of mud and decaying leaves. Tall, dark trees encroach from the surrounding woods, casting deep shadows and creating the sense that there is something lurking just beyond the edge of vision. A thin mist hangs in the air, cold and clammy as it drifts through the cemetery.

As James walks slowly down the path of the cemetery, he notices a lone figure standing in the dense fog that shrouds the graveyard. The figure appears to be facing away from him, motionless and indistinct in the foggy gloom. Something about the figure causes him to pause, a strange sense of recognition stirring within him. Despite the fog and the distance, he finds himself taking cautious steps towards the figure, the eerie atmosphere adding to his unease.

"Mary?", James' heart sinks as he reaches out to touch the figure's shoulder, hoping against all logic that it would actually be Mary. But as his trembling hand makes contact, he quickly realizes that the person in front of him is not his wife. The figure turns around, and his hopes of finding Mary are dashed the moment he gets a glimpse of their face. The resemblance to Mary is uncanny, almost unsettlingly so. The fog swirls around them, adding a sense of surreal dream-like quality to the scene. James' eyes widen in shock as he steps back, disoriented, "I'm sorry. I thought you were someone I know"