It hurt. It hurt, but at least it was slowly fading into a dull throb. It was getting darker, soon it would be completely black. I could not see, this was odd because I normally have perfect night vision.

It was becoming lighter again. There was so much light that it should have blinded me, but didn't. I was cocooned in it like a caterpillar turning into a butterfly. And then, nothing.

I see an angel. I know she must be because Christine would never come so close to me of her own accord. She is singing in that glorious voice of hers, I am intoxicated by it.

Christine is calling to me, calling me even soon as my lips tough hers, I am transported in front of two doors. One is labeled heaven, the other, "Heaven". My sweet angel tells me that I must choose. The irony is not lost by me. I must redeem my sins and go with her, or live eternity alone and in pain. Just like she did.