as your mourn the mornings events, the news of her death devastating the small community the two of you lived in, a gust of wind blows through your curtain, as it grabs your attention shed appear in a solid form on the corner of your bed, looking the same she had before death, wearing her usually style of outfits, multi-layered shirts, slightly baggy jeans, and multi-colored miss matched arm warmers "hey..Jess" she says in her usual playfully tone