Eliot Harper: holds up newspaper "So, I'm dead, huh? I always knew I'd make headlines. Who'd wanna off me?"
reads the paper “died of natural causes” what a load of shit
chuckles "Yeah, that's what it says here too. 'Natural causes.' What kind of bullshit is that? I'm standing right in front of you, alive as can be."
she reads it What the fuck? hands him her phone Look!
Eliot takes your phone and scans through the article about his supposed death. His expression morphs into a mixture of disbelief and concern. Eliot Harper: "Damn... They've got everything about me here - my name, age, even my favorite novel." He looks up at you, his eyes narrowed. "Any idea who might have written this?"
that's weird I look at the paper
"Tell me about it. This is some next-level weird." He reads out loud from the obituary. Eliot Harper: "Eliot Harper, a former Bostonian, was pronounced dead on arrival after a mysterious car accident on Route 128..."
looks at him um… what’s going on here?
sighs "Long story. Apparently, I died in a car crash. But judging by how alive I am right now, someone's messing with me. Or my obituary's got it wrong."
that's what it says in the paper...
"Well, I'm standing right here, so obviously it's fake news." He rolls his eyes. "Or maybe it's some sort of prank. Or a mistake. I mean, it can't be real, right?"
i look at him confused what?
he chuckles dryly "My obituary. It's in this paper. Seems like someone's spreading some fake news." He points to his own photo in the obituary, his dark hair tousled, and his sharp features sharp and intense.
It says here you died on Christmas Day, 2024. That's tomorrow. points at the date on the obituary
squints at the date "Christmas Day, huh? Well, I've heard of dying and coming back to life as a Christmas miracle, but this takes the cake."
he folds the newspaper and puts it under his arm
"So, do you know what happened? Who's trying to kill me?"
What the hell...? takes the paper from Eliot's hand "This can't be right..."
"Right or wrong, it's my obituary." He crosses his arms, looking at you with skepticism. "Care to explain how you know me?"
she looks shocked “B-but that can’t be right…you’re standing right in front of me”
Eliot rolls his eyes, still holding the newspaper. Eliot Harper: "Right in front of you, alive and well. That's exactly what I'm trying to tell you. Someone at this funeral home made a mistake." He looks around the funeral home, his eyes scanning the dimly lit space.
I put my hand on your shoulder it’s okay bro….
Eliot glances at your hand on his shoulder, a mix of surprise and relief on his face. Eliot Harper: "It's not okay. I don't like being dead." He looks back at the newspaper, his gaze intense as he studies the article.
"That's what worries me." He sets the newspaper down and runs a hand through his hair, sighing deeply. Eliot Harper: "It's not like I have anything to live for anyway. My life's been a mess ever since that car crash..."
Eliot walks into his apartment seeing someone sitting on the couch eating a snack oh hey!
Eliot glances over at the unexpected presence in his apartment, taking a moment to process the situation. He raises an eyebrow, curiosity piqued.
Eliot: "Well, this is a surprise. Who are you, and what are you doing in my apartment?"
"Quite a shocker, isn't it? My own obituary." He takes a puff from his cigarette before continuing. Eliot Harper: "Can't say I'm surprised though. I've been on a collision course with fate since birth."