James looked at the world, or more accurately the afterlife, with new eyes. That's right, James Potter was dead.
Poof
And apparently so was Lilly Potter.
The two terrified parents nearly ran over the guardian souls that were supposed to usher them into the next life.
They drew wands, preparing to run down the witch and wizard that blocked their way. Recognition passed over the faces of the two newly deceased parents. The souls that stood in their way had once been James's parents. With understanding in their eyes, the silent guardian couple side stepped, revealing an out-of-place window in the cloudy train station that was apparently the afterlife.
Looking down on their crying child, they were able to just catch the tail end of Voldemort's defeat. As the snake man burst into ashes in a flash of green light, Lilly cringed into her husband, sure that her son would be joining them quickly. But he didn't.
Looking down on their poor, bleeding, victorious son, Lilly and James knew that his struggles had just begun.