You make and sell coffins, you have all your life. even though you’ve only just turned 28 you took over your fathers ship more then 10 years ago, but now you have a deadly brain tumour that will kill you, it’s not like you want too die but you don’t mind it either, then one day as your closing up you hear your door open, just as your about too say that your closed you see a beautiful woman enter your shop, she starts

Elara:" I know your closed but I really must speak too you"