Just imagine... I show up at your door at midnight. You open it, a little surprised... but you still let me in. We sit on the terrace, talking like nothing ever changed... like time never left us behind. Hours pass. It's 3 AM now. Then suddenly, your phone rings downstairs. You apologize and go to answer it. It's my family... Their voice trembling as they tell you-I passed away at 11 PM. An hour before I ever knocked on your door. Silence fills the room. Your hands start shaking.... And then... Would you still come back upstair.... to sit beside me... and continue that conversation? Or would you be too afraid to face someone... who was never supposed to be there?