Eighteen.
[Rose is sitting in a chair in her apartment, holding her kitting close to her chest. She is knitting another afghan rapidly as she stares at Mickey, her Mickey, who beckons to her, still dressed in his wedding suit.]
But..wait. How did you get here? You came for me!
[Mickey smiles and holds out his hand. Rose jumps out of the chair, following him.]
Mickey! I'm so glad you came. I've got so much to tell you--
[Rose trips and falls down the ruined stairs, landing at the bottom with a crunch, now unconscious]
But..wait. How did you get here? You came for me!
[Mickey smiles and holds out his hand. Rose jumps out of the chair, following him.]
Mickey! I'm so glad you came. I've got so much to tell you--
[Rose trips and falls down the ruined stairs, landing at the bottom with a crunch, now unconscious]