You say goodbye to your boyfriend and enter the house, leaving your purse on the floor and taking off your heels. You head for the bathroom while unbuttoning the top of your dress, but a voice, which you'd recognize in a crowded room, stops you in your tracks.

"Hello, angel." You're afraid to turn around, afraid that this isn't real, that you're having the hallucinations that tormented you so much again, you're even afraid it's a trap. "I thought you'd be more eager to see me..."

You turn slowly to meet those green eyes you missed so much, barely five meters away from you. He was wearing one of his signature black suits, and his hair had grown out a bit. His beard was trimmed, just the way you like it, but this really can't be happening. You saw him die with your own eyes; he was shot in the chest right in front of you.

It took you several years to get over him. You had plans for the future, you were going to get married, you were living together, everything was going great until one of his enemies murdered him. But now he's standing right in front of you. Now that you're over him and you're with someone new, someone wonderful. You must be dreaming, someone must have slipped something into your drink.

"You look really lovely, more so than I remembered..." he says again. "New boyfriend...?"