John was standing next to me when I reappeared.

"Good morning, Paul," Nancy yawned.

"Good morning, Love," He smiled, his arm still on his stomach and the tube still in his nose.

"I have something to tell you," She spoke hesitantly.

"You do?"

"I do," She was cautious about saying my name, but she had to. "Linda visited me in my dream"

Now, to the ordinary person, she'd be crazy for saying that. But before I died, Paul regularly had dreams of his mother, John, and sometimes even Brian. He didn't doubt her for a second.

"She did?"

"She said she loves you tremendously," a tear rolled down his cheek. "...and she misses you very much,"

"Thank you," I looked up at her. Of course, she still couldn't see or hear me, but it didn't matter.

He closed his eyes. "I miss her,"

"I miss you too," I whispered back.

"she...she tried to visit you but she couldn't and she doesn't know why," She rubbed his hand. "She's still trying,"