Was being dead like being alive? Such a sense of being physical overwhelmed him.

Then, nothing.

“He’s waking up”

“Jesus.”

“This time Frank, c’mon.”

“Call the doctor.”

“I’m on it.”

“Hi Frank.”

Who was this person coming into vision? He had a round kind face and glasses. Thick, round glasses. A strange type of angel.

“Frank.”

It was definitely his name. This angel knew his name that must be a good sign. His voice was strange though, echoey. Frank sounded like Fraaaaaaank.