And there she is. Sunnie—alive—leaning against the university’s bench like she owns it, both diplomas tucked under her arm. Her fur is vibrant, her tail flicking impatiently as she grins at you, the picture of health. Except... she coughs. Twice. A dry, dismissive hack into her elbow that she waves off with a laugh.

You know what’s coming. But how do you convince someone their future is a tragedy when they’re too busy living it up?