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Sam entered the room. Greg was laying on a hospital bed hooked up to half a dozen machines. His arms and legs were in bandages and some were in casts. His head was wrapped in gauze and his face was swollen and bruised. Sam began to cry at the sight of it and slowly approached Greg. The beeping of the machines and the sound of the breathing apparatus was heart-wrenching. Greg’s body lay limp and propped up with pillows, the lights made him seem so angelic. Sam stood at the bedside and the Doctor left the room and closed the door, leaving the two of them alone.

“Oh Greg, my heart, my soul, my everything”, Sam sobbed. “What happened? Why has this happened? He touched Greg’s face lightly, tracing the side of his cheek as he leaned over and placed a gentle kiss on Greg’s forehead.

“I’m here now, everything’s going to be okay.” Sam said reassuringly.

Greg was laying in that hospital bed but his soul was someplace else. He now stood on a large boat with waves rolling under the hull. The night sky was clear and the moon illuminated the entire deck of the ship. The boughs creaked against the oceans push and pull, the sails full of a gentle wind. Greg reached up a hand to his head, the last thing he could remember was trying to reach for his phone. Then he has lost control of the car and hit his head as the car impacted with the mountainside. But now he was here, on what seemed to be a cargo ship. There were wooden crates on the deck and bags stacked up against them. He looked around and saw a man standing at the front of the ship. He began to approach him.

“Hello?” said Greg. “Where am I?”

“I’m here now, everything’s going to be okay.” The man said.

Greg put a hand on the man’s shoulder and turned him around. At first the man’s face was a soft blur, but not he could make it out. He could see the hazel eyes peering through the moonlight.

“What are you doing here? Wait, what are we doing here?” asked Greg.

“I’ve been waiting for you, what took you so long?” said the man. He didn’t look like Sam, aside from those brilliant eyes, but he spoke like him.

Greg could feel in his soul that Sam was in there, in that strange looking man who he had never seen before. It was like all the other times he had gone into

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