The scroll of the screen continued even after she closed her eyes.  

Outside, the monitor is showing a straight line, and the doctor has pulled the sheet on her face, declaring death.

There is a lot of turbulence inside her – unfulfilled wishes, unanswered questions, anger, resentment, desire to see how he world reacts to the news.

Preparations for the funeral are afoot. Nobody expects that the corpse would rise from the coffin, just before the priest completes the rituals.


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