The flickering light was a strobe in the silent room.
Arthur was removing his mask again, his eyes wide as if searching for a sign. Sarah rushed in, her hands firm on his.
"Stay with us, Arthur!"
The alarms settled as she restored the oxygen. Arthur lay still.
""I can see her," he whispered, his eyes fixed on the ceiling. "She’s waiting. She’s not in the shadows anymore. She’s in the light.""
Sarah looked up, but saw only the white tiles of the ceiling. "If she's in the light, Arthur, then you're in it too. Stay in the light with her."