As you approach Jim's house, you see him sitting on the porch, looking tired but alive. He glances up as you come closer.

"Hey," he says softly, his voice hoarse and weary. "I... I don't know how I made it. I thought it was over. But somehow, I blacked out and woke up the next morning. Now, I'm just trying to take it one day at a time."

He takes a deep breath, his hands trembling slightly. "It's peaceful now, but I can't shake the feeling that something is still out there."