Alice, a university student is struggling to make headway with her studies.

Unexpectedly, she receives a message through her late grandmother in the form of a photo.

IT WOULDN’T BE THE FIRST TIME I DIED. Of course, I am not counting the passing of what some might call my soul, the climatic end of my life’s spark. That flame extinguished when my Ellie was taken from me. I had died in a more ‘physical’ sense three times already.