While Jessica was in the shower, washing off the attack of society, I devised a plan on where to begin shaping her personality to match Ana's. My wife had always loved to read. Perhaps I should introduce my library to her where she could read many great literature novels. Right now, she was merely a fan to me, but soon, she would truly fall in love. With time, she would come to adore me the same way my wife did.

Taylor entered out of the elevator and behind him was Elliot. I stood up from my sofa and gesture Taylor to give me and my brother some privacy.

My brother Elliot walked up and threw his arms around me in a brotherly embrace, but I was stiffed and was unsure on how I should act. "I thought I should come back to check up on you personally," he said.

"Why?"

"Because you're my brother, Christian. Despite what's going on, we still love you, you know?" He reached in to his suit jacket and pulled out an envelope. "I was going to mail this to you, but I thought I should deliver it personally. Kate and I are engaged."

"I heard. Congratulations," I murmured casually.

"Come to our engagement party. I've already convinced Kate. You're my brother. You can't miss out on this." I took the envelope from him and set it aside on a table. "You'll come, right?" he asked.

"I don't know."

"I saved your life! I had always been a good brother to you."

"You're still using that as a way to convince me to do things? I wanted to die, Elliot. You should have let the blood drained out of my wrists."

Elliot had rushed me to the hospital after finding that I had slashed my wrists when he and Kate had entered my bed room to visit my late wife. Ana had been resting in our bed for weeks, and when she finally gave out one morning, I attempted suicide in a chair by her side.

The expression on his face suddenly changed and he appeared aghast.

I turned around to see that Jessica had entered the living room with another one of my wife's outfit. "Jessica, this is my brother, Elliot," I introduced.

"Jesus Christ," he gasped.

"Don't be rude," I scowled him.

Jessica walked over to shake my brother hand. "It's nice to meet you, Elliot," she said.

My brother was flabbergast, horrified by the replica. His jaw dropped open and the blood had drained from his face.

"Jessica, why don't you go back to our room? I'll meet you there later," I told her. When Jessica was out of earshot, I turned to Elliot and said, "Oh, wipe that shocking look off your face. It makes you look old."

"Christian, that's insane!" he exclaimed.

"But don't look so shock. I've warned everybody about this day. And save me the lecture, I'm sure I'll hear it all from Kate at the engagement party."

"So, you'll go?"

"Yes," I said, "but I'm taking Jessica with me."

"No, Christian, please!"

"If you want me to come, then Jessica is coming with me," I said.

He ran his hands down his face and appeared ten years older. "Okay, now you're just being an asshole," he hissed. "You know Kate would be livid. Our whole guests would be freaked out. Please don't take your circus to my engagement party."

I shrugged. "Then I'm not going," I said. I could see the muscle on my brother's face twitching.

"Throw a fucking blonde wig on her or something if you must bring her along. At least have the decency to disguise her to not look like Ana."

"No," I objected, shaking my head with disapproval. "She will come looking the way I had made her to look."

Elliot's frown deepened. "I must admit, I'm a little embarrassed to call you my brother."

"You don't understand the pain I am enduring. I lost my wife!"

"That doesn't give you the license to act like a jerk," he hissed.

"I'm a man who is desperate to have his wife back. I'm so in love with Ana, I'm willing to go as far as having her shell in my life. If I could resurrect her from the dead, I would. It's romantic."

"Christian, this isn't romantic, it's tragic!"