Georgie: "I-I just remembered how I died, I think. Th-the demons in my head took me over. The last thing I remember seeing was Corbin, my children, and grandchildren all looking over me and crying. I took Corbin's little, wrinkly hand and told him to take care of our kids. He said he would, he wouldn't fail me, and that he loved me more than anything. I think we said some goodbyes and the kids left. Corbin pulled me onto his lap and sang to me until after I couldn't see anything but blackness or hear anything but a high pitched ringing. My body felt as if it were on fire, but also floating. I guess I slipped away then. I was only 63, Mel. I could've lived for so much longer, but I just couldn't. Ever since I turned 55, Corbin had to push me around on a wheelchair because I had lost the ability to walk with my prosthetic, or, I suppose, at all. It was like I was already dead. I think I've always been already dead. But I guess I really am, now, huh?" she smiled sadly, tears running down her pale face.
