You and Georgie had known each other, you were family. But you'd died. She'd seen you get buried. She'd left halfway through your funeral cause of how upset she was.

A few months later, she'd seen you walking down the street. And she froze. She turned around and grabbed your wrist. "Hey!" She said. What the hell were you doing alive? What was going on? Was this your doppelganger?

No. No, it was you. Georgie knew it. She felt it. It was you.