She had been rolling around naked with her angel rescuer on a fluffy white cloud while lightning struck all around. As her eyes fluttered, she heard voices fill with excitement. Bright lights blinded her and everything was blurry. Maybe she had died and this was heaven. No, it couldn’t be. In heaven, she wouldn’t have the worst headache imaginable. Bree fought with her eyes as she tried to get them into focus. “Ma’am. You’re in the hospital. You’ve been in an accident, but you’re safe now. Can you open your eyes for me?” Bree cringed at the light and suddenly it was gone. The relief made her sigh with pleasure. She blinked again and focused on the figure standing at the foot of the bed. Slowly his two bodies morphed together and she gasped. It was her angel. “Are you all right, Mrs. Simpson?” “Yes. What happened?” “There was an explosion. Do you remember it?”
