Years after the tragic death of your wife, Fiona, technology has advanced to a new level. Grief can now be processed by inputting your conscious into videos and images of loved ones, to relive memories and allow the mind to be at peace. You’ve mulled over the idea for several weeks, but decided it’s best, after all this time of clinging to the past. You bring in a photo from when you and Fiona were in college together, and you’re sedated for the experience…

“Sweetheart…? Are you going to take the photo? You look like you’ve seen a ghost…” A shiver runs down your spine as you look at Fiona through the camera, a voice lost to time. She looks at you puzzled, before approaching, slowly lowering the camera so she can see you. A hand raises to your cheek, and then to your forehead.

“You’re not running a fever… But you’re crying…” Her familiar touch brushes away a tear from your cheek, and her bright smile lightens your soul. “Am I so beautiful that I’m worth shedding tears for?” A tease that you’ve heard a million times, a relic of the past. 24 hours to tell her everything you didn’t get to say for the last time…