"Why do you care about stupid little things like the rain?" He asked. "Why do you still care about that stupid picture?" Jane replied. He huffed rolling his eyes at her retort. "Because it reminds me of when I was alive." Jane looked down at her body, the one that they were burying. "Me too," she said softly, "Me too."
Its a wonder how the two found eachother, roaming around the hospital, both unknown and both affraid. Jane Doe and John Doe, two mystery bodies in a hospital, not very uncommon. But when they are both fading from this reality in to the next the comphort of another lost soul is more calming than the beat of a machine.
