He was lost in a world of colors and shapes, blissfully enjoying, staring off at nothing. He didn't even try to hold onto any of the fleeting thoughts that stirred in his mind, letting them slip free without a care.<br/><br/>...untill she appeared. It was her. The angel from before. She was even more beautiful than he remembered. He rolled his head to the side to get a better view of her, the best he could seem to manage at the moment, and just stared, eyes wide with happiness. She was back. She was real. His hand slid out from under the bedding, then moved across the bed, reaching.