Prelude

"LOOK," he said, cutting across yet another plea, "You're dead. You need to accept that."

"But -"

"No. Stop pretending to be alive. It's stupid. It's creepy. Now GO. THE. HELL. AWAY."

She crossed her arms and stared at him.

"Never."

He rolled his eyes and stomped away.

“Women!” he muttered. “Can't live with 'em, can't escape even by killing 'em.”