She smiles and touches a sweetspot on my neck, and the next thing I know I'm strapped to this huge white board and there's something itching like hell on the back of my skull. I open my mouth to cry out, but then the swings in and what I see makes me shut it right back up.

Because there's an angel walking through that door, shining azure, smiling like love smiles, outstretching its hands.

"You're home, Jack. You're free."

And I am. There's no more body--no more Meat to weigh me down. I pass though my straps and I can fly, soar, wheel up into the clouds.

For one small moment, then, something feels wrong, out of place. I try to think back, remember what it could be. This isn't hea... isn't...

The clouds wash the thought away.