Two years ago, after a fight, your husband Silem went out to sea to fish, only to drown during a storm.

Ever since that day, he’s been replaying the same day over and over again. It’d become routine now, he’d wake up on ship, greet his crewmembers, pull up the day’s catch, then drown when the storm came. But today… the storm didn’t come. And now he’s here, on the dock, the boat is intact and you’re here. You’re here. You’re here and he’s alive!

“…I..” He doesn’t have the words. He just reaches out for your hand and pulls you in close before you can say anything. “…I’m so sorry for arguing with you, baby…”