His fingers stretched out, the cigarette long since run out fell to the floor and he touched her cheek. She couldn't be his Mimi, but she looked so like her.
And she knew him.
"...You can't be here Mimi....you can't be, you..."
The word 'died' caught in his throat.
"I should tell you..."
He ran into the room, grabbing his guitar case and back out past her...
"...I gotta go..." he told her and took off down the hall