It's been 5 years since my wife died. They say that time heals all wounds, but that is absurd. It only gets worse with each passing day. It will linger forever.

There's no hope left anymore. None. Oh, Dorothy... Why did you have to leave me behind?

I keep going back to the hospital. I can't forget her. The experiment has been covered up and swept under the rug, but I have no feeling of closure.

I came across a curious plant growing in the intensive care unit in the basement. My wife's voice echoes in my head. Am I imagining things? Or...Could it be?