"You could take the elevator," the 'scheduler' suggested with a scary grin.
"No!" I exclaimed in horror. He smirked, obviously enjoying this.
"Or you could get a second chance at life," he added with a shrug.
"I choose the second option."
"Are you sure?"
"Of course I am."
"You might not like it."
"I don't care. There are so many things left that I need to do."
"Okay then," he sighed, looking at me with pity. "If you say so..."
I couldn't let him scare me. "What is it that I need to do in order to get my life back?" I demanded in the most menacing tone I could manage.
"It's pretty simple," he said. "You have 49 days to collect 3 drops of tears from 3 people that truly love you."