Bright light invaded his vision. A wave of disappointment overwhelmed him with the thought that he had returned to heaven once again. Someone leaned over him.
“Looks like he’s coming to grandad.” said a female voice.
Was it one of the angels? Who was grandad? As his vision slowly began to focus, he made out the shape of a female with black hair. For a moment, he had thought it was Vanessa. A man with a white beard and bald head came over and stared down at him.
“You up son?” the man asked. “How many fingers do you see?” he held up his hand, or what looked like a hand. Dylan didn’t answer.
“God?” Dylan guessed. The man chuckled.
“Sorry kid, but I bet you wish I was though.”
After several seconds, his vision became clearer and he could identify the fact that he wasn’t in a capsule l
