Shepard awoke with an extremely intense pain in his side, like he'd been impaled, oh, that's why, he was. He was laying down in a large dark building on a pile of rubble, a chunk of rebar pierced cleanly through his abdomen, missing his organs thankfully. "Shepard! Where are you?!" A familiar voice called out to him, Tali, his wife. He tried to yell but a cough came out instead. "Shepard, that you?!" Another voice called, Garrus, thank god they were okay. Shepard's love of old music brought him an idea, he began to reach for his omni tool, playing a mix of music from a very long time ago. "There's a road I'd like to tell you about, lives in my hometown. Lake shore drive, the road is called, and it'll take you up or down." The lyrics echoed through the room, he soon saw his friends summit the mountain of debris. "Shepard, holy shit." Garrus said, inspecting his nasty wound.
A bit later, medical personnel arrived and removed him from his concrete coffin, they brought him onto a small craft on a gurney. Shepard's eyes felt heavy as he began to pass out. "Shepard, no, don't close your eyes. Shepard, Shepard?" Tali attempted to speak to him, but he was unable to muster the strength to form words, he was too tired. You'd think being dead for a few days would count as a restful sleep, but apparently not. Tali clutched his hand, unable to stop him from drifting away.
'I wonder what the new Normandy will look like?'