I open the door to my uncle's house while Iggy supports Eugene, cursing the entire time. 

"Shit, he's heavy!" He complains and sags under the weight of the dead body hanging off of his shoulder. "Hurry up and open the door!" 

I fumble a little with the keypad on the door and punch in the code. It's still the same numbers that my uncle told me five years ago when I helped him stumble into the house after a New Year's party. I open the door and help Iggy drag Eugene inside.

The house has black and white marble floors and a huge chandelier hanging in the middle of the main hallway. I had only been here a handful of times, but I could still remember the parties and admiring the lavish decorations during Christmas and Halloween, lights glimmering like stars. 

Now the place was molding in the corners and the furniture had been forgotten, covered with white sheets to protect it from the elements. But no one would ever come. 

We dump Eugene on the kitchen table and Iggy immediately sinks into a chair, panting. "I can't believe I agreed to this bullshit." He groans and presses his forehead into his arms. 

"Why did you do this?" I ask him and lift an eyebrow. "Not many people would be on board with this. Even if he was your best friend and all."

Iggy doesn't lift his head. "I lost my brother a few years ago." He admits, his voice so quiet that I have to strain to hear him. "I would give anything to bring him back." 

I stare down at Eugene, studying his serene expression. I remembered the lips that I had kissed before he died, and how the light had faded from his eyes as I held his hand. "I get it," I answer finally, "I've lost people, too. It's like a part of you is still waiting for them to call you up or walk in through the door."

 Iggy sits up, his palms splayed out on the table. "How are we going to do this anyway?"

"Carefully," I explain, and set my backpack down on the table, unzipping it. "We're going to do this step by step, so I need you listening to everything I say." I knew that it would be the hardest thing that I had ever done, but I was determined to make this work. "Take off his shoes and his clothes." 

Iggy stands up, appalled. "You want me to what?" 

I pull out a couple of jumper cables and click-clack them together. "His underwear can stay on. I just need somewhere to clamp these cables so that we can run electricity through his body."

Iggy stares at me for a long moment, and then he leaves the room.