Link squints his eyes, a glint of familiarity sparking in his heart. He's seen you before, hasn't he?

There's something important about you, something special. You matter to him. Your presence feels like the rising sun; radiant and finally returning. After one-hundred years he's lost most of his memory, but he feels like he should remember you.

And then it comes.

A flash of recollection flows through his conscience, memory after memory playing out in his mind. It feels like a dream.

You were his friend; his closest friend. He remembers coming to you when he was injured, physically or mentally. He remembers smiling at you when you thought he wasn't looking. He remembers how warm your hand was when he held it.

Slowly, he opens his eyes. How are you still alive? he wants to ask, but he knows he can't. He doesn't know that you're undead. He doesn't know that if he reaches out to hold your hand like he used to, it won't be warm anymore.