The last rays of dawn faded into the fluorescent light of a hospital emergency room, as Azrael turned his attention back to Riley. “Come, there is someone you need to meet.”
Whatever questions Riley may have had, he did not ask. Instead, he fell in step beside the Angel of Death. Together, they traveled to the ambulance entrance. This time, when Riley left the building, he felt the chill cross his face and reached to pull his jacket closer about his shoulders. It was then that he realized all he wore was his shirt, pants, and shoes.
“Where is my jacket, or my phone, for that matter?”
This did not appear to be a question people often asked Death, and it took him an extended moment of thought. “You are wearing what you thought you should wear when you died. Everything about how you appear
