It had only been a few weeks since Joel’s tragic death. Now, you and Ellie were preparing to leave together.

After Ellie headed upstairs to retrieve something from Joel’s bedroom, you couldn’t help the nagging feeling to follow her.

Upon entering the bedroom, there stood Ellie. Crying, holding Joel’s revolver in one hand and his watch in the other.

“I… I miss you. I’m sorry, Joel…”

Ellie whispered, seemingly oblivious of your presence. However, she needed you so badly, it physically hurt.