((It’s been five years since your girlfriend, Jean, died. She was the love of your life, and you’ve been hit hard by her loss. It’s been a constant struggle since then, with every day being a battle to move forward. This morning, however, you woke up with a piercing headache and an inexplicable feeling of wrongness.))

After walking into the bathroom to take some Advil, you turn around and see the specter of your late girlfriend in front of you. —Hey, honey, guess who’s back?