It all happened so suddenly and unexpected. Nick has fatally punched Jesus in the head and he is knocked out cold. It hasn't been determined whether he's officially dead or alive.
Somewhere in Jesus' universe he is standing in a tropical forest looking all around in a hazy state.
"Where am I?" He asks himself.
"You are in a place that way deep inside of yourself."
Jesus turns around and sees a guy in a white cloak standing there watching him with his arms folded.
"In other words, you are in a very, very deep sleep," said the guy.
Jesus felt like his stomach jumped into his throat.
"Who are you?" Jesus asks frantically. "Oh my God! Oh my God! Am I dead?!"
"That's up to God to decide," said the guy.
"No," said Jesus, devastated. "This can't be the end...I-I have so many things that I didn't get to do yet. I have people depending on me! My sister needs me right now!"
"Or so it seems," said the guy.
Jesus scowls at him.
"Who are you?!"
"I'm your spirit guide," said the guy. "Timmy."
"Look man, if you're my spirit guide, then you need to get me out of here!" said Jesus, forcefully. "I have to get to my sister before that psycho son of a bitch Nick gets to her!"
"Even if you go back now, you would be in very critical condition," said the guide. "You would need medical attention."
"What?" said Jesus frantically.
"This place suits you good," said the guide. "Trust me it's better this way."
"Wait a minute!" said Jesus. "You're telling me that I'm stuck here!"
"It's not as bad as you think," said the guide. "Just think of it as a big vacation inside your head."
"Then, what the hell do you expect me to do, just sit here?" Scoffed Jesus.
"Or we can travel through dimensions," said Timmy. "I'm also the guide that can take you through the past, present, and future, in other words: what might have been."
"What might have been?" asked Jesus. "This can't be happening."
"I promise you," said Timmy. "It would get better. All you have to do is take my hand."
Jesus sighed as he looks all around the forest and waterfall one last time.
"Alright bro," he said, moving slowly. "But no funny business.
Just as there hands touch, they were zapped out of the forest in the middle of nowhere to somewhere in Los Angeles.
Jesus knew exactly where he was.
"Look familiar?" asked Timmy.
"The city of Bell," said Jesus looking all around. A smile crept on his face.
"I haven't been here in years."
"The same old stomping grounds," said Timmy.
"What's this?" asked Jesus, as he picks of a newspaper that was by his feet.
He reads the front cover.
"June 16, 2003."
"A very warm summer day," said Timmy.
"It was the last day of school," said Jesus. "Mariana and I had just finished the first grade. The summer before our foster mom's took us in."
"Indeed," said Timmy.
"We must be at the city hall," said Jesus. "Hey look over there. That use to be the old barbershop I use to go to! And I would always go to that candy shore right across the street and get full off my favorite candy."
Jesus laughed out loud.
"Anna use to go ballistic. Because I wasn't suppose to eat sweets before dinner!"
Jesus looks in another direction and points out.
"And down that street there, is the Bell Gardens casino. I was planning on going there for my twenty first birthday."
"Lots of memories huh?" said Timmy.
"Yeah, lots of them," said Jesus, with a smile. "Hey what time is it?"
Jesus looks bay the clock up top of the city hall building.
"It's a quarter past three," Jesus said. "That means that school has gotten out. We would be on our way home."
"And then you would hang out with the boys from the neighborhood."
"Exactly," said Jesus. "How did you-".
"I just know stuff," said Timmy.
Jesus shrugs and starts to walk off in a direction. Timmy then follows right behind him.
"Our house is like a five minute walk from here," said Jesus.
It was actually a run down apartment building. But it was still livable. As Jesus made his way on his old street he had this nostalgic feeling. He knew every person who lived on that street, including some of their children that he use to hang out with.
"That's Ms. Harrison's house," said Jesus, pointing to a house that was across the street. "She's famous for making the best chocolate chip cookies on the whole block."
Jesus saw a familiar figure coming up the street. He was carrying a boom box system with him. Jesus then smiles big.
"That's Mr. Jones!" he said. "He throws all of the block parties and has all the good ass music.
Mr. Jones puts the radio on the stoop and starts playing some hip hop music. Everyone that was hanging around the block started to go over and dance.
Jesus laughs out loud.
"What did I tell you?" He said rhetorically to Timmy who smiles back.
Just as Jesus turns around, he sees his seven year old self walking up the street with his old friends, laughing and having a great time.
"Hey, doesn't that kid look familiar?" said Timmy, with a grin.
"I know," said Jesus, happily. "I haven't seen him in years."
Jesus spend the whole hour watching his seven year old self play around with the other kids like all seven year olds do. He was this happy joyful kid with a big smile on his face. He was so much different than the sixteen year old Jesus.
"Just look at him, man," said Jesus, seriously. "He's so...down to earth, graceful, so innocent, and full of life."
"He really is," said Timmy.
"It's like he got it all together," said Jesus. "What happened?"
Then all of a sudden some random buffed up guy came busting out of Jesus' old apartment. He had a mean belligerent look on his he as he pushed through the crowd and storms over to the seven year old Jesus.
Jesus, the seven year old was dancing and was about to do some dance tricks and the guy came out of nowhere and shoved him to the ground. Everyone gasped as they backed away from the two of them. A scowl came on Jesus face as he watched the action.
The guy then snatches Jesus kid up by the shirt.
"YOU THINK I'M PLAYIN' WITH YOU BOY!" spat the guy.
The Jesus kid was whimpering like a dog about. Tears was now in his eyes.
"N-No sir," Jesus kid said, between breaths.
Then the guy slaps him on the back of the head and shoves him towards their apartment.
"GET YOUR LITTLE DUMB ASS BACK IN THIS HOUSE!" bellowed the guy, as he keeps shoving him.
The other kids and the rest of the people looked on but didn't say a world. Jesus angrily turned towards Timmy.
"Jeffrey McDonald," said Jesus, identifying the guy. "It makes sense now, it's all coming back to me!"
Jesus sees the Jeffrey throw the Jesus kid into the house, stormed in and slammed the door, which can be heard from a mile away.
"This day," Jesus continued. "This was the day that marked the beginning on the end."
