Harris wakes up in his room, feeling strangely peaceful, that is, until he realizes he’s in Heaven and no longer in Ravenspond General Hospital. He looks at his wrist, which had been so painful when he cut it, but he has no soreness any more. Just a scar.
A gentle knock at the door distracts him; Angel Lionel enters. “Good morning, Harris. I see you did some painting last night. Very healing.”
A teary Harris glances over at the easel where a loving portrait of Aleksy rests.
Angel Lionel waits until the new patient’s emotions ebb. “If you’d like, I’ll escort you to the dining room for breakfast. Although you have no physical hunger as you’re in your spiritual body, many souls prefer to continue the habit of meals. It’s up to you.”
Harris turns to face the angel. “No, thank you.” He clos
