You hold Heather as tight as you can, doing your best to both comfort her and be comforted by her. At least the two of you are together.
And, hey, she said that she wished she had met you sooner so you could have spent more time together. Maybe if you hadn't have locked yourself away by yourself for so long, that could've been your reality. You've could've had a happy, full, and fulfilling life with Heather.
But now you're here, seconds from death.
At least you got to spend a day with her. And no one can ever take that away from you.
There's a blinding flash and a deafening roar, and everything shakes violently. Then there's nothing but white.
>> Start over?