Abbacchio's passing had left you and all of the bucciratti team heartbroken. You lay in bed weeping all night, the grief overcoming you. Suddenly, you thought you heard something familiar - Abbacchio's voice. He looked real, even though he was supposed to be dead. His usual stern and serious expression appeared to be more concerned now, and even his tone changed - it was soft and worried.

"Come, get up, get something to eat," He pleaded. "It'll help, I promise."