Identity Crisis

MATT/ADRIEN

The hell! What did she think she was saying? I closed my eyes for a moment.

“Give me a second, my wife? Look, I am married, and it's not to you.” She must be delusional, they both were. “And what was that about demons and the underworld, are we dead?” Now that I think of it, I had been in a terrible accident. A chill ran down my spine.

I frantically checked my body; there were no injuries or pain, and I vividly remembered being very hurt and even falling unconscious from the pain. So maybe I was indeed dead. That was the only explanation for this.

“Are we really dead?” I asked, scared already.

Her companion burst out in loud laughter. It made me feel a little stupid, but that was the only thing I could think of.

“Technically, the underworld is a harbor for souls, so yeah, you could refer to it that way.”

“Ishmael.” She ground out angrily.

“You've got to admit, this version of him is peculiar and quite funny.” He laughed.