He's run out of time.

His last chance, to say goodbye, to tell her -

She knows. She has to.

For the first time in years, he lets himself go.

Allows himself to grieve.

Feels the warm moisture of tears caressing his cheeks, and allows himself to imagine that it's her lips.

Just for a moment.

He allows himself to remember, to mourn.

He needs time and space.

Luckily, he possesses both.

He needs to be alone.

So, naturally, the universe sends him an angry bride and a mystery.

He wonders why it won't even show him that common decency.