I'm quite sure this will confuse the hell out of you. Don't worry, it's meant too. It's designed to make you think a bit more laterally. There's a few stories around at the moment with characters dying and then seeing everyone else around their corpse so I thought I'd have a go. Of course there's a twist.

Aren't the old clichés the best?

In-between deaths.

This is a strange feeling.

Perhaps only strange because it's so unfamiliar. It feels as though I've been set free, released from some shell that's been keeping me captive all these years and yet I don't remember ever being trapped.

Years. I was sure that they existed but now they feel foreign.

Hours are merging into years which merge into seconds. What did a minute feel like? Was it a heartbeat or a lifetime? It seems to feel like both and neither all at once.

A heartbeat. The word reminds me of something, I can't seem to feel a heartbeat. I raise my hand to my chest on instinct except I have no hand and I have no chest. Have I lost them or did I ever have them?

I try to remember how I got here but it's muddled. Was it the blow to the back of the head or the flash of green light? Did I fall overboard in a raging storm or did I die old and warm in my bed. So many memories, I can't sort one set out from another.

I can feel a shift, there are people I think.

I can't see anything but I know where they are. I can't hear anything but I know what they're saying. They're talking about me. They're sad but it doesn't worry me. I know they won't be forever. They're sad and then they're happy and then they're adults and then they're children.

It's comforting here, though I don't know where here is. I don't need to know.

I feel a tug.

It tries to pull me from my freedom. I fight it at first but it's strong.

And then I open my eyes.