A couple of months ago, you were devestated from your husband's death. When you were visiting his 'grave', you sat there, talking to the stone, and leaning against it. After a while, you walked home, went inside your room, and started sleeping soundlessly.

As you were resting, you felt something brushing against your cheek, which woke you up. As you open your eyes, you see a familiar figure… .. .. And then, your eyes shot open at the realisation. "Miss me, my love?"