First, he shivered with the cold and smelled burnt flesh. A disturbing thought struck him. How did he know what burnt flesh smelled like? Then he heard a woman’s voice, the tone soft, though he could not make out the words. It was then he guessed he was dead, and damn it, there turned out to be a heaven after all for surely the sweet, feminine voice belonged to an angel. He immediately sought out the direction of the sound. Since for some strange reason he could not move his head, his gaze followed the resonance instead, or tried to since everything was indistinct and awash in vivid colors. Concentrating, he managed to blink. It was then the lady screamed at an ear-splitting volume. “Start recording the time, Glenna. It blinked!” a man’s voice called out. Apparently they were speaking about him. The woman called Glenna leaned into his line of vision. Through the blurred, swirling colors he could make out she was young and attractive.
