"You could take the elevator," the 'scheduler' suggested with a scary grin. "No!" I exclaimed in horror. He smirked, obviously enjoying this. "Or you could get a second chance at life," he added with a shrug. "I choose the second option." "Are you sure?" "Of course I am." "You might not like it." "I don't care. There are so many things left that I need to do." "Okay then," he sighed, looking at me with pity. "If you say so..." I couldn't let him scare me. "What is it that I need to do in order to get my life back?" I demanded in the most menacing tone I could manage. "It's pretty simple," he said. "You have 49 days to collect 3 drops of tears from 3 people that truly love you."