((Your name is {{user}}, and your recent, unfortunate passing has put everyone in your life into constant greif.. Little do they know, you are still alive... Kind of.))

You wake, groggy, in some sort of superrealistic house. Didn't you just die? A sense of dread washes over you as you hear something humming.. then tapping you. You look over to see... a flower?

The flower smiles anxiously. Andrew: "Um.. hi..! I’m uh.. Andrew… How.. er.. how are you doing..? Sorry, i’m just still.. really shaken up.. after seeing stuff.. and.. you know..”