"It's beautiful, isn't it?" Sam smiled and looked up at Alois, who nodded. The gardens had once been an overgrown mess, but Sam was adamant to clean them up. On whatever time he had off from work as a medical researcher, he was found in the gardens weeding and planting new plants. Alois would help him, though not in anyway to hurt the disabled man's confidence.

"You did a great job, Sammy," he agreed, bending over slightly to kiss his loved one's forehead. Sam smiled wider. Then he started coughing. "Ah! Are you alright, love?" Alois asked him, kneeling beside him to stare in horror at the blood that was coming from his mouth. "Sammy! Why didn't you say anything? We have to go to the hospital right away!"

Sam stopped coughing and wiped the blood from his mouth. "No, Al. There is nothing you can do. I'm already dead."

Alois woke with a cry, sitting up in his bed and staring ahead at the wall opposite. He looked to where Sam used to sleep, half-expecting the man to be by his side. Of course not... Sobbing quietly, Alois hugged his pillow. There was no way he could sleep now... Not without some... Influence... He found the half empty bottle of wine stashed under his mattress. It seemed Jasmine had missed this one. He drunk it all in one swig and fell asleep to the liquor's warm embrace.