DAY TWENTYONE 10:23AM

Breathe

Alice's eyes opened wide, she let out a sharp breath. Hank, keeping a vigil by her side, snapped to attention. 

He clasped her hands, seeing that they were warm.

"Oh Max," she said as soft as a butterfly's flutter. Her eyes weren't staring at the ceiling, but beyond. Hank's anger showed at the mere mention of his name. "You're... you truly... are a magnificent bastard..." 

Before Hank could say anything, Alice looked at him and she smiled and she closed her eyes and breathed out one last time. And in the blink of an eye she was gone.