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With a poignant story, To the <PERSON> explores the premise of two doctors completing a patient's final wish before his passing. The dream started off in the game; I laid on the floor face down as the screen fades into pitch blackness. Not too long into the game, I found myself inside the accompany of a ghostly figure lurking beneath the shadows. I barely made out who he or she was; I barely opened my eyes. "Do not worry, <PERSON>. The doctors will be here shortly." Those were the words of a carer of mine, Lily. Lily was originally a babysitter, but ever since the passing of my girlfriend, she had cared for me. Like, a girlfriend would. Suddenly, I felt extremely ill. She had pulled me upstairs, and into bed, where she sat by my side. Soon enough, the doctors arrive. They examined that the illness was terminal, and that I had two days to live. Lily felt devastated. Her hands were covered in tears streaming down her soothing face. The doctors comforted <PERSON>, and asked whether I had any last wishes. She replied that I have always wanted to travel to the moon. I have always had the curiosity of what the moon was like. Ever since the passing of my girlfriend, I promised myself that I would see her again in the moon. After all, her last words were: "We will meet again soon..." Each night, I found myself with someone. She may not be physically there, but spiritually, she is with me. Each night, she would write on the blackboard what she wanted me to do. One night, it was "We will meet in the moon"; the next night, it was "You are not alone". But tonight was different, she was not there. She was not by my side when I needed it the most; when I felt terminally ill. The doctors agreed to take me to the moon. Traversing back through all of my nostalgic memories, I often found myself pondering and contemplating about what I have experienced during my life. Soon enough, the most tragic and hardest memory they have come across was when I was in my late childhood years. It was a misty morning of 2009, my family and I travelled to the vet to pick up my dog who was extremely ill. As soon as we walked into the room, the vet, depressed as she was, broke the depressing news. Her face broke into dejection, as she delivered the news. Our dog was terminally ill, and was taken out of its misery. The family broke into tears, but they are not as affected as I am. I stood there, frozen, because I did not believe the news. Or, at least, I did not want to believe the news. I slowly walked to the draped curtains, and saw my dog lying on the bench. I tried to talk to the dog, but to no avail. I wanted the final say before we left in disconsolate. Soon enough, the doctors manage to find a way to take me to the moon. I hopped into the rocket ship and waited. The rocket took off; the stars were beautiful close up, and guess who was waiting on the moon? My girlfriend. I had kept my promise and saw my girlfriend, as the heart monitor came to a final dead line.