Jet found himself in a large, dark room. The last thing he remembered was laying on the floor talking to Longshot and Smellerbee. He remembered sharp pain and realized that it was gone. "I must have healed," he concluded and walked towards the door at the end of the room. He wiggled the knob and swung it open, only to reveal the outside: a limitless clear blue sky. "I must be really high up," he told himself, "that's why I can't see the bottom."
A mirror was hanging on the side of the wall, and he peered inside. No scars were on his body. "I am so lucky," he whispered. He ran across the room and tried another door, this time revealing a stairway. It was beautiful, spiraling upward in pure marble. Jet made a mental note to show Smellerbee and Longshot these stairs after he found them as he began to climb.
It took an hour and one half for him to realize that the climb was taking a little too long. He seemed to be going nowhere. "Maybe it's a trap. Maybe some how, it just seems like I'm climbing but I'm not."
"Or maybe, your dead," an inner voice told him.
Jet played his last memory in his mind over and over. Longshot and Smellerbee had given up hope on him living, they had said goodbye and then he woke up in a dark room. The reality crashed into him. "No! I can't be dead! No way, I'm Jet, I can make it. I am going to make it. I'm just in a comma or something. I'm dreaming! That's it...yeah..."
He spotted the top of the stairs and ran. At last! The top of the building, a giant roof packed with men of all ages. They looked as confused as him.
"Are we...am I...dead?" one man with long sideburns asked Jet. Jet ignored him.
"Everything is so bright up here," Jet told him self at last, "maybe I am dead, and this is heaven." He looked up at the other men. "No! If this were heaven, I wouldn't be on a roof with these people, I'd be with girls, lots of hot girls...no...I must be dreaming.."
