[ TT ] You have a gift for talking to inanimate objects . Alongside many perks , it makes you an excellent thief ... but you only steal things that want to be stolen .

`` It was a long time since I had heard anything like this...'', I thought to myself. 
 
 `` I miss her, but is this the right thing to do? Should I go through with this once and for all?'' 
 
 The days went on, as did the ambivalence. The nights were long and grew longer with each passing. 
 
 Any other day or any other thing and it would have been fine. All too often did I find my self appeasing the whims of *those* who wanted adventure, *those* who were tired of their simple life and mundane function, and *those* who wanted to reborn anew, anyway. 
 
 But this... this was playing God. This was risking her very life itself. 
 
 This was risking her soul. 
 
 And I'm not even sure she's a registered organ donor. 
 
 What's more, how could I be sure that my creation, my desire to again fulfill hers, would birth the same Eleanor I knew and loved. 
 
 I had stolen it once, but her heart cried out to be stolen again. It yearned to be beside mine. 
 
 Ever since the accident, and everyday since then, I could hear her heart's grief from the casket, in the cemetery, where I and her family had laid her to rest in piece forever. 
 
 *But what If I could bring her back? * 
 
...'' It's worth it'', I finally decided. 
 
 Ever so slyly, and with the finesse of a sly cooper, I robbed the heart from Eleanor's body and took it to the only place I knew where where hearts could be reborn. 
 
 Disney World. 
 
 Upon arrival I still heard its voice. 
 After buying it Mickey Mouse shaped popsicles, I heard it's voice. 
 After taking it to Space Mountain, I still heard its voice. 
 
 After three hours of the best heart therapy I knew, I had almost given up all hopes of resuscitation and even began to get chastised by the very thing I was trying to save. 
 
 *Do you realize how far Orlando is from New York? * 
 
 *How is this supposed to make me live again? * 
 
 It was then I had a brilliant idea. 
 The Tower of Terror. 
 
 After waiting in line for one-and-a-half hours to finally be seated, the cart rose to the top of the Tower, and that's when I said it. 
 
 `` I love you''. 
 
 An instant later her heart dropped. Everything went silent. What I heard next made it all worth it. 
 
 *Da-Dum, Da-Dum, Da-Dum, Da-Dum* 
 
 I had done it! Eleanor's heart was beating again. 
 
 When I finally made it back to her casket of five years, eager with the anticipation of seeing my beautiful wife rise again and join the jubilee that is life, I put the heart in and realized... 
 
 She did n't have a brain. 
 
 
 

