Death and Rebirth, Part 2
Even in this death-like state, Sam could dream, and his dreams in this abyss, ironically enough, were filled only with good things.
He dreamed of past adventures and recent successes. He dreamed of a sleek black school bus and the people inside it; the feather-clad hero who’d gifted it to them, the spunky teenage seer who teased him at every opportunity, the foreigner who willingly jumped into the rabbit hole along with him, and even the strong man who’d arrived to aid them in Sam’s final mission. They were all there, chilling by the comfy seats of the living space, waiting for him. But mostly, he dreamed of her. The strands of golden hair that clung to her cheeks after a tough workout session, the electricity dancing within the blue of her irises whenever she laughed, the kind smile she showed only to him—these were the dreams he clung to even as his consciousness unraveled within this abyss he was trapped in.