Jason-Arturo wakes with a start. “What’s going …?” He lifts up his left arm and shakes it. It’s so heavy! He lifts up his other one, shaking his fingers. His whole body feels like cement! Noticing his skin is brown, he touches it with his other hand. “Am I … alive again?” he shouts. “I’m human!” He grins. “I am Arturo Rodrigues in the flesh!”
aliveDarting his eyes around him, he feels the weight of his youthful body lying on a single bed in a small room facing a window. The walls slant to a peak; he realizes he’s in an attic of some sort. A pile of messy clothes—jeans and a flannel shirt, along with socks and underwear—lie in a heap on a small oval rug.
Then he remembers last night. Disappearing into the Sacred Pond with Angel Rocco while Angel Rachel supervised. Being under the water in
