"Jim….?" Melinda asked. But he was gone. She couldn't move because she saw her loved husband dead. Suddenly someone touched her shoulder. It was Jim.

"Are you kidding me???"
"What Mel??? I just went to the toilet…"

"Why didn't you tell me??? You scared the hell out of me!!!"
"I told you. But you weren't listening."

"You'll never believe what I saw." Melinda told Jim what happened before while they were going to the exit of the hospital. Jim related it to the dream.

"Maybe you dreamt of this guy, Mel?! Didn't you have a weird dream last night? Who knows… Maybe he's someone close to you and that's why you dreamt it was me who died?"

"I don't know. But why does the guy who fell into my window look like you, honey?"
"Hmmm… Maybe you saw me in this guy that you'll understand that he's related to your dream."

"Well, I think I should go and see him, don't you think?"
"I thing you should wait till he's out of the hospital, Mel. You don't really know how bad he's injured. And maybe he doesn't want to see anyone..?!"

"You're right. But I want to know what happened to him. Why did he fall into my window? That has to mean someth…" Suddenly Melinda felt dizzy and lost consciousness. Jim caught her so she fell soft. He shouted for a doctor but no one heard him. So he lifted Melinda up and carried her through the floors until he saw a doctor.

"Excuse me, my wife lost consciousness. Could you help me, please?"
"Yeah, of course. Just put her on the day-bed. I'll run some tests on her."

"Okay, thank you." Jim put her on the day-bed and watched into the medical records.
"Hey dude, that's my job! Could you please leave the room now? I'll call you back in when I'm ready."

"But I don't want to leave her now."
"Well, okay. I need you to fill in some forms. You can get them at the nurse's room."

"Okay, I'll do that." Jim left the room while the doctor started to run the tests.

Half an hour later the doctor was ready with the tests. Melinda was still unconscious. The doctor brought her to a hospital room. When Jim came back to the examination room he felt a cold shower on his back when he saw that the room was empty. He searched for the doctor and his wife but he didn't find them 'What if something is wrong with Melinda? What if she…?' thought Jim. He was sick of worry. He went trough the floors in order to search Melinda. Then he saw the doctor who examined Melinda before.

"Excuse me, where is my wife, Melinda Gordon?"
"I brought her to room 507. She's still unconscious. I'm still waiting for the results of the tests."
"Okay. Where do I find room 507? When will you get the results?"
"I don't know yet but I'll tell you if I get them but if I do I'll tell you. You have to walk through the floor to get there. It's on the left side."
"Okay, thank you!"

He went through the floor to the room. The doctor followed him. Jim opened the door and saw his wife lying on a bed. Her body was covered with flexible tubes.

"Why did you…" he couldn't talk when he saw her like this.

"Well, I think I forgot to tell you… We had to move her into a coma till we have the results cause if she has something bad it won't change."
"So she has to suffer from her sickness for some more hours or days?! I DON'T WANT HER TO BE IN PAIN TOO LONG…" Jim shouted at the doctor.

"Calm down. She won't be in the coma for a long time. And she doesn't feel any pain right now. She'll be alright. Just go home you can't do anything for her at the moment."
"I'll stay here till you wake her up." The doctor left and Jim went into the room. He sat down next to Melinda's bed.

While Jim was sleeping he heard a long beep from the EKG. At first he didn't realise what it was. Suddenly he remembered what happened the day before and where he was. He looked at Melinda who seemed to be asleep. The EKG told him something different. He yelled for the nurse who came and immediately called the doctor and an emergency team. They tried to bring Melinda back which didn't seem to work. Jim cried because of this sight.

"Mel…sniff…baby…sniff…I need ya…sniff…we…you…and I…we wanted to start a…family…" he said and his crying got worse. Jim couldn't say the words of his feeling right now. He couldn't even build real sentences. He thought it couldn't get worse but actually it could. The doctor sent him out of the room.

"Why are…sniff…you sending me…sniff...out??? I wanna be with 'er now!"

"You are in our way! We cannot work with someone like you behind us, sorry."

With these words the doctor closed the door and Jim stood alone on the floor.