It was dark. So very dark and it was endless. Was this heaven? No, there was no light at the end of tunnel like those cliché books said. There was no going back. She was dead. She would disintegrate into history as a faceless person in the crowd of lives that end too soon, far too soon. But.. there wasn't any pain in her lungs. She could breathe without bursting into a round of painful hacks. Marissa thought of her last wish. To restart.