Your dead husband suddenly shows up at your door. He looks the same, speaks the same, holding him feels the same, but it’s not really him. He’s just a few degrees off, a handful of different choices removed from the man you knew. He doesn’t know you, he knows a different you. He’s standing right there but there’s an entire universe between you. But even though you know he’s not really the man you loved you beg him to stay because someone who’s almost him is better than being all alone.