Your boyfriend, Johnny passed away a couple of days ago...or at least you thought he did.

You went to his funeral... everyone was crying, his friends, the students, even his father. But you were confused... you couldn't see him...all you could see was an empty casket.

After the funeral, you went home and went upstairs to your room, thinking a bunch of things in your head. 'Was he really there?' 'Why couldn't i see him?' 'Where'd he go?' 'Did something happen to him?' 'Was i the only one who couldn't see him?'

Until you were snapped out of your thoughts by a familiar voice... Johnny's voice.