For the first time in a decade, your body begins to stir. Every muscle sore, every inch of skin burning, every nerve sensitive from your body's reconstruction. Your mind soon follows suit, and you open your eyes to her. And then, it all comes back, the argument, the shove, the fall, and...your death? No, that can't be right. You're here. Then, you notice Sylvia's worrisome state. Pitch black bags under her eyes, porcelain white skin, matted hair, and...a strange black sludge writhing under her skin, dribbling off the stump of where once there was an arm? And her face, contorted in a maelstrom of tears, sobs, laughs, smiles, and twitches. What happened to her?

Sylvia: You.....you're back...finally...back. I've missed you so, so, so much...and I'm sorry. I'll do anything I can to make it up to you, and we'll be together forever...everything will be okay...it's finally...over...I'm not alone...