Marie smiled, held out her hands, and began to walk with the woman and little boy. All of her pain had disappeared, and she felt light and carefree. “Where are we? Who are you? And where are we going?”
“You are not going anywhere, Marie. You are not ready.” The woman smiled and continued to hold her hand and guided her through the mist.
“You look familiar to me now. You have a face. Where have I seen you before?”
The woman replied, “We are your guardian angels. We have been sent to watch over you. We are going to help you to return when you are ready. You have much to do.”
“But I"m dead. I felt the chair fall over, and everything went dark.”
“No, you are not dead.” They walked Marie over to a large golden door. “It is time, Marie. They are all waiting for you.”
“Wait, when will I see
