A few days after Scott's death, he mysteriously comes alive at the morgue, and returns home. I greet him there, but he isn't right. He's not really alive, he's dying, falling apart. There's something wrong with his eyes, but he hides in the dark, partway down the stairs towards his room, so I can't see them. He knows he has only a few days to live.

Then I'm lying on my back in bed, but my bed is in the basement where his used to be. He climbs onto the bed from the left, curling up to my left shoulder, clinging to me for some comfort. I reach over my right hand and touch his shoulder, trying to be comforting to him.

(At some point, things went cartoon, and Marge Simpson was involved)