She's having doubts... It was the first clear thought Jonathan Browne had fabricated all day.

Roughly five minutes ago, his fiancée had walked through the door and straight into the next room, completely ignoring his presence. Her eyes were red and puffy, so he had thought it best to leave her alone for a while.

Now he sat at his desk. This was where he came to think about things.

Maybe it was all the stress he was under with the upcoming wedding, or the aftermath of the bachelor party last night. Whatever the reason, his mind remained entirely devoid of all the notions that should have been racing through it.

Jonathan heard the TV snap on in the other room. It would be less than an hour before he would discover just how he had died.