I live alone, in a small little house on the countryside. I'm currently forty-one years old. There's really nothing to do in the countryside, well, without my wife there isn't. I recently lost my wife to cardiac arrest seven months ago. Ever since then I haven't really been in the outside world. The only time that I really see the sun and smell that fresh summer air, is when I have to walk outside to the mailbox. Maybe shake hands with the mailman then and again, but as far as I can remember before Amy's death- Oh yeah, my wife's name was Amy... pretty name, huh? Well, anyway, as far as I can remember before Amy died, I haven't really been outside that much. Anyway, I find myself sitting on the couch like always, it's a nice and warm Saturday afternoon, when suddenly I hear someone knockin