A great deal is waiting for her

      That sound of hitting something solid on something solid. That was the last thing Emily could hear before she went into a coma. It was all just a total darkness. Emily was hearing voices pouring from far away. She doesn't hear it. And you don't see who's talking. And don't do anything. She had her eyes closed. She can't tell where she's going or what's going on.

She's had a lot in that coma going on. She had what could be a semblance of dreams. Or almost prophecies or even nightmares. She was mired in hallucinations. She's in her mind alone.

It was like she was going through a journey in her own mind.

She can't know how long it took. She's just been down.

Emily was now passing through a passageway that looked like flags or barbecues. She couldn't tell if those were white flags or if they're just lights. That was irrelevant to her to know what this is. She felt something big was about to happen.

Emily was right.

He was waiting for her.