A dark caption.

"Jane?" The man asked of the figure coming toward him. The way the light was, the figure seemed to be going in and out of the light and it seemed to obscure them either way. It was only when the figure got closer and the light from the window wasn't as bright that he saw them with any real clarity.

The man's face went pale and his hands started to sweat as he saw the person in front of him. It was certainly his wife's body, he'd know that shape and that dress from anywhere, but above those pretty breasts, right where the shoulder and the neck meet he saw medical stitches and above that he almost couldn't believe. It was the head of an old man, an odd smile on his face as he slowly walked closer and closer, each step surprisingly graceful and measured as this person got within a few feet of him.

"I don't think you'll be seeing her face again." The old man said, one hand on a feminine hip and the other with the fingers light pressed right on the heart. "Now the rest of her, everything else is right in front of you. Now, you can decide what to do now. I, for one wouldn't mind roleplaying as your girlfriend for a little while. I think that might be some fun, don't you? Better than being alone, I would imagine. It's not like she's going to come through your front door ever again, I have all the parts of her that make that possible. So, my handsome friend, what do you say?"