It was as if he had been punched in the chest with an electric rod as a sharp pain hit Graham in his hollow chest where his heart should have been. The pain was unbearable, almost like having his heart crushed for the second time, but different as in it did not feel as cruel as his death had. Had it not been for the wooden box that confined him, Graham would have rolled around in agony but instead lurched forward in torment causing his head to connect with the solidity of the box. After a while all he could hear in the pitch black darkness was the slow but steady beating of a new heart that had somehow formed in his chest. The pain was still with him and every time that the new heart beat caused a stab of a new form of pain in his chest. Not long after the new heart's first beat, Graham felt the pain moving like liquid along with the new blood through his veins until it reached his brain, making his eyelids bolt open. There was nothing but black all around him. The limited moving and darkness had made he former sheriff wonder where he was before the memory of his death shortly returned to him, as well as all his others.
While the heart beat for its first few times Graham steadied his panicked breath along with its beats to calm him down but the oxygen in the confined space would not last very long. Slowly moving his arms up, he lifted the coffin open but the bright light from the afternoon sky was a shock to his eyes which had been covered in darkness which made him drop the lid. Keeping his eyes closed, he lifted the lid once more then waited a moment before slowly opening his eyes, to let them adjust to the bright day. Although better than before, the light was still a bit too bright and sensitive to his eyes but that didn't stop him taking a look around only to find that he stood in a six foot hole.
It was almost dark by the time he had managed to climb out of his grave and onto the grassy graveyard but it had left the sheriff tired, hungry, thirsty and covered in dirt and mud. Deciding to rest a while before thinking things through, he sat leaned against the headstone which had his name carved into it and breathed in the fresh new oxygen. He didn't really have to think about what he would do next, the answer came to him even before he had thought of the question.
Graham was going to do the only thing that made sense in his head.
The only thing that seemed right.
He had to go and find Emma.