I'm so, so lonely here. Being a mummy is such terrible solitude. I'm so glad you've found me. I've wished for a friend. A mate to stay here with me for eternity. Your living status, however, is a hindrance. We must change that. I promise, the pain will be fleeting. Everyone ends. It all ends eventually. No use being afraid, though I know you are. I'll end your world gently. A soft is an easy way to go. Though your heart will be pounding, your lungs will be burning, and the panic for survival will take over your brain... it will all be over soon. We'll be together. Forever.