By morning at JETSON... The sun rays filtered in and Mason squinted his eyes. Slowly, he opened them, his gaze coming to rest on the ceilings. Mason didn't move for over a minute. The familiar scent of the room hit him and he imagined her walking in through the door with her usual shy smile on her face.

He imagined Lana coming to sit beside him in bed, her lips folded in as his hand would raise to caress her cheeks. She'd slightly part those lips of hers and whisper a goodmorning. He would smile and sit up in bed, dragging her to come lay on his chest.

She was...