Chapter VIII: Final Setting SunSitting quietly on the bench, I'm preparing for the trip back. It's not as if I need to pack a suitcase; it's more like getting myself mentally prepared. When I arrived at the hospital, I was nearly dead, which subsequently led to what appeared to be my actual death—at least to those around me. But now I am alert and alive at some level. So, as you might expect, it's a little frightening to foresee the journey ahead. Will I fly through space and time? What will I see? What will I feel? Will it be like a transporter? I saw an episode of Star Trek, and the transporter scene didn't work out so well for one of its travelers. Or will I forgo the sci-fi imagery and just reappear—hopefully in one piece—and alive. By now, I have enough faith and trust in God to know
