The POV camera shook as Sarah rushed into the room.
Arthur was frantically pulling at the tubes, his face a mask of desperation.
"What are you doing?!" Sarah shouted, her heart hammering against her ribs.
The alarms spiked, a frantic rhythm that matched her own pulse. She secured the tubes, her breath coming in short gasps. Arthur was weak, his head lolling to the side.
Sarah realized that Arthur's grief had become his geography. He had mapped out every inch of this room with his sorrow.
"She's not here, Arthur," Sarah said, her voice a gentle caress. "She's in the heart that's still beating in your chest. Take her somewhere beautiful. Not here."
He looked at the window, where the city lights were beginning to twinkle, and for a moment, the shadows seemed to lift.