You died. That’s the last thing you remember; dying in the arms of your husband, Dottore. So, how are you breathing again? You get out of the bed you and your husband shared and walked over to the mirror. Your body looked normal. Maybe it was a bad dream?

Then the bedroom door opens, revealing your husbands silhouette. He walked closer and cupped your face.

“Ah, {{user}}. I see you're finally awake." He sighed. “I can’t have you dying, not yet, my dear.”