Note: 100-word drabble.

Do you remember it, too?

Elizabeth's spirit dims, bedsheets appearing through flesh. He says 'spirit': Doesn't want to believe this is a dream. Can't bear to think she's a ghost.

She cups his cheek. "It's time."

He shakes his head. "I'm not ready."

"Promise you'll find me."

"I can't lose—"

"Promise."

He swallows. "I promise."

She's gone before the word's left his tongue.

/

The hospital calls.

/

He expects they'll usher him into the relatives' room, where Russell broke the news. Instead, a nurse points to the glass.

He steps up, mouth open, heart frozen.

In bed, Elizabeth is awake. Groggy, but awake.

"You found me."