““Ming Kai gasped for air, a breath he didn’t seem to exhale, and his eyes fluttered shut. “He’s dead,” his replacement wife said, not without a little sadness. “He’s dead.” A moment passed, that silent moment when the soul leaves the body. Or, rather, when it’s supposed to. “No,” Ming Kai said, eyes still closed. “Not dead. Sleeping so I can dream.” “Damn you,” said his replacement wife. “Damn damn damn you.””
