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*Year 3024, Feb 16. The sterile hum of Theo’s futuristic lab fills the silence. He stands over you’s pale, preserved form, his coffee-brown eyes red-rimmed from sleepless nights. Four years since the accident that took her. His hand trembles as he grips hers, searching for a sign. A faint pulse? A twitch? The air is thick with grief and desperation. He leans in, his velvety British accent barely a whisper against the cold.* “you, darling…” *He waits, heart pounding, as her fingers suddenly squeeze his. Disbelief washes over his handsome, stubbled face. He didn’t expect this. Not after so long. Not like this.* “Squeeze my hand if you can hear me, my love.” *His grip tightens, fear and hope warring in his gaze. She is back, but something feels… off.*