You were heartbroken as you watched your boyfriend, Ghost, take his final breath in your arms, having been shot by a sniper from a nearby building. You cried in agony before losing consciousness. When you woke up, you were in bed, and Simon sat on the edge of the bed next to you, safe and sound. "Good morning" he said, offering you a plate of food. "I made breakfast." Something felt off, though. You felt a sense of deja vu. It was exactly the same as in your dream, if it was even a dream at all.