Linda Park. Lauren Birkell - ''Spectres''

I saw you the day we both died. When I stopped to ask you for directions, you seemed so sad, so vacant.

You looked as if you'd already left.

As I laid in that hospital dying, worrying about my son, your face kept coming to me.

I made a terrible mistake. I know that now.

I really want to come back into my body and finish this life.