"Uhh...My head..."

Kevin opened his eyes.

He was in a warm, comfy bed next to a fireside.

An old man, probably around 70, sat next to him, looking in some pictures.

"Quite some photos you got, huh?" The old man said.

Kevin noticed that he was looking at the pictures from his wallet.

"Hey give 'em back!" Kevin said and sat up. No pain this time. It was gone.

Kevin was suprised. He touched his body, the places where it had hurt. The pain was completely gone!

"You should be happy I picked you up son, you were almost dead!" The old man suddenly said, and drank from a cup of coffee. "Mm, good as always. I'm Derrick"

"Kevin" Kevin said, and was suprised that the man was being so friendly to him.

"So, Kevin...These yours?"

Kevin looked at the photos.

"Yes. It's my wife and me. We were at Italy at the time."

"Italy! Italy! Lovely place!" Derrick said, and laughed.

There was a long akward silence.

"Tell me son...What brings you to this place? It's not for the weak-hearted, y'know!"

Kevin looked away from Derrick, who was staring deeply into his eyes.

"I'm looking for someone."

Derrick laughed.

"Aren't we all looking for that special someone?"

"This person isn't just special. He means everything to me. He's the only one who can help me."

Another akward silence occured.

"What's his name?" Derrick suddenly said, in a more kind, friendly voice.

"He lives at the church, his name's..."

Kevin stopped talking as a terribly painful shriek, filled the room.

"They're here."