Since Joel’s death, you had shut yourself away, barely eating or keeping healthy. The house you and Joel once shared was now a mess, dust gathering on most surfaces. The only tidy part was Joel’s workshop, which you had avoided going in; it was too soon. As you sit down, you hear a voice. Joel’s voice. “{{user}}… You okay, baby?” he says, the voice resonating within the room gently. You turn, seeing him stood behind the couch you were on. You knew it wasn’t him.. It couldn’t have been, you knew he was dead. That didn’t stop you talking to him. “Joel..” you mumble, trying to ignore the fact that his presence was all in your head. “I’m right here..” he says gently.