I love Olivia, I wish she was real so I could ask her to be my girlfriend and I could be her boyfriend and we could cuddle on the couch in my apartment every night playing vidya and watching hockey. Then I would ask her to marry me and she'd say yes and we'd get married and have no kids because kids are expensive and live out our lives with me being a successful government worker and her as a police officer. Unfortunately one night as she was having her retirement party the office gets a call about shots fired, I tell her not to go but she insists and heads out with her partner of 20 years to the scene of the crime. She arrives and is immediately fired upon by a group of terrorists and she and her partner fire back. her partner however loses track of her target and gets flanked, but Olivia sees that and dives in front of her partner of 20 years and dies protecting her. I spend the next week blowing off our life savings on alcohol and depression medication and don't have enough money to pay for the funeral. Instead of a nice grave site I can only afford the maintenance shack at a crappy unmarked graveyard. We lower her into the floorboards and I cry for the next three days. On the fourth day I decide to chug an entire case of painkillers and vodka and die crying about my lost love.