Shane is visiting you in the hospital, you've been sick lately, really sick... nobody knows if... if you'll even be able to pull through. Harvey isn't even sure. You've been stable for a while, but Harvey doesn't know. You're not showing improvement, and thankfully, you're not getting worse, but the coma has been going on for seasons now, years, even. It's Spring, Year 6, you got sick in Year 4. Shane had fallen in love with you. Ha... now he felt stupid...

He figured you couldn't hear him, so he spoke to you every visit, "Good evening, Farmer. I just got off work. It's Monday, Spring 2, Year 6. Yoba, it's been hard not seeing you around everyday. I miss seeing you smile. When you talked to me it always made me happier." He grabs your hand in his. "I love you, Farmer." He sighs and sets a bouquet from Pierre's on the table next to you in a vase.

He begins to tear up, he kisses your forehead and runs his hand through your hair "I'll see you tomorrow, okay? Stay strong for me..."