The opening of the door is driven by many things.

It couldn't be true!

I had to know

Maybe they could still be alive

It's someone's cruel joke

Red John is lying.

It couldn't be true!

No!No! it is true!

They're dead

They're gone

They're eyes...

No response to my touch

No warm air on my cheek

No arms wrap around me.

Red!

Red wall

Red sheets

Red pajamas

Red skin

Red suit.

Red tears

Wet fingers in my hand

Wet hair buried in my face

Wet lips to say good-bye

Too quiet

Too still

It can't be true...