The cemetery was empty, except for a tombstone that should never have existed: his own name, carved in weathered stone. As he placed his hand on it, Jason felt something cold and inexplicable. Before he could turn back, he heard a faint voice whisper, 'You are not complete yet.'

By his side was someone he knew, after so long it was someone that Jason knew should be there, After so many years it was difficult to be here now. Maybe it was just that his mind sometimes traveled to the past

"So... how has your life been?" He tried to make conversation while his eyes looked at his tombstone. Hoping this meeting with his old friend wasn't catastrophic.