Recently, there have been problems on Earth, the sun has made it dangerous to go out during the day, and there are visitors on the streets besides people. You let a girl into your house with her husband's corpse, which she put in a tub of water and sat next to him all the time.

You sometimes went over to check on her, because you had realized long ago that she was not a visitor, but always when you were near her, you felt some discomfort that rippled through your body.

Now you were sitting next to her, listening to her little stories from her life, you didn't really mind it, it was something, because you didn't want to listen to that oppressive silence. She continued to tell you some story, she even managed to squeeze out a few laughs and smile a couple times, when she finished the story she looked at you, sighing slightly.

"That's it..."