Josh's POV.

Where am I? What happened to me?

The first minute I found myself lying on the street, the next I'm in a giant white hallway. Jeez, everything here is white. Even my clothes. The last thing I remember – the only thing actually – is me wearing a green sweatshirt, black corduroy pants and running shoes. And what the fuck is with all these huge clouds in my face? Can't see a damn thing here. I used my arms to plough my way through the excessive white fluffiness until my eyes spotted a figure walking towards me. I blinked my eyes into focus, and saw that it was a man, fairly young, with a skinny, lanky build, partially bald, and dressed in baggy blue jeans and a red hooded jacket. He smiled as he approached me.

"Hey there Josh! I've been waiting to meet you!" he said to me.

I stared at him. "Uhhh, do I…..like, know you?" I asked.

He grinned cheekily at me. "Oh, I think you do, Joshy boy. Tell me, what's your full name?"

I didn't know what the hell he was doing, but I played along anyway. "Well umm, it's Joshua Angel Cohen-Davis."

He continued grinning. "And do you know where each of those names comes from?"

I thought for a minute. Ok, Joshua is my first name, I know that much. Cohen and Davis are from my parents, so that means……..Oh my God!

I blinked incredulously. "You're Angel? As in, Collins' Angel?"

He giggled at me. "Ahhhhhh, so you do know me! But maybe you'll recognize me better like this instead."

Angel waved his arm in the air, and in a flash he was transformed into – well, a drag queen. He was suddenly clad in a short, black wig, a floral dress with white stockings underneath, huge purple stilettos and a pink sweater. Holy fuck. So this is the Great Angel Dumont-Schunard who was the beating heart of my Bohemian family. The one who killed Benny's wife's dog. I giggled at that story. Interesting how you can kill someone just by annoying the crap outta them. But I had to admit, he looked great in drag.

Angel slipped an arm around my shoulder and smiled warmly at me. "Well, now that we know each other, let's take a walk, shall we?"

Angel led me into what looked like a foyer then opened one of the doors to reveal a beautiful garden fit for a king. She (that's what everyone called her I guess) skipped happily like a 12-year-old, giggling and showing me all the beautiful flowers which adorned the place. But I couldn't concentrate on that right now. I needed some answers and I needed them now.

"Hey, Angel?" I cleared my throat. "Can we talk somewhere, please?"

Angel spun around to face me. "Sure, honey!" She took my hand and led me to an elegant, round garden table. I sat on one side and she sat opposite me. Feeling my stomach do flip-flops, I asked her:

"So, am I dead? Is this Heaven?"

She giggled deeply at me before answering. "Oh no Joshy, you're not dead at all. You're just unconscious. Which is why you're in Heaven's…...let's called it 'foyer'. This like a limbo area for those who are not dead but not quite alive. I thought, since this accident got you in the hospital, I better take the opportunity to visit the little boy that my good friends Mark and Roger have been raising. And I must say, they've done a very good job." She winked at me at the end of that sentence. I could feel myself blushing.

"Thanks" I said, smiling at her. Then my expression turned serious. "Tell me Angel; am I going to die?"

Angel's expression turned serious too. Oh shit, this couldn't be good. I bit my lip and she took both my hands in hers and squeezed them. "I'm afraid I can't tell you that, Josh honey. I'm not God. It's not my job to decide who lives and who dies. I can only hope and pray that you'll make it through, but I really don't know whether that'll happen or not. I'm so sorry honey," she said, a single tear slipping out the corner of her eye.

I suddenly started to cry in an instant, as my heart skipped a beat. What if I died? What if Dad and Aba continued fighting until they split up for good? I couldn't handle something like that happening, I just couldn't. I let go of Angel's hands and covered my face with my own as I sobbed loudly. Angel leapt of her seat, wrapped her arms around me and held me close to her.

"Oh don't cry baby, please. Don't cry. It's gonna be okay. Please, baby," she mumbled as she gently stroked my hair. I hugged her back tightly and buried my face deep into her shoulder to muffle my sobs. "SShhhhhh, its okay honey. I'm here for you."

"But I don't wanna die!" I wailed. "I can't leave my Dad and Aba behind. I love them so much. Please don't let me leave them, please!"

Angel kissed my cheek and continued stroking my hair. "Don't you worry about a thing, Joshy. Everything's gonna work out just fine. Trust me, I know." I continued to lay in her arms until I could stop crying and start being strong for my parents. I couldn't do this to them. I couldn't' just leave them when they needed me the most. I prayed to God that I would be reunited with them soon.

YAYYY! And that's the latest chapter. I'm feeling better BTW. My cold seems to have gone.