"Henry, you good, man? You seem out of it."
The young soldier called out, his hand resting on Henry's chest.
Henry, sleeping on the ground under a tree, slowly opened his eyes to see the young man before him.
He was someone he recognized.
A close friend.
"James?" Those words slipped out of his lips.
James had long brown hair and beautiful red eyes; there was no way Henry could mistake him for someone else.
"Haha, you look like you've seen a ghost. You good, man?" James leaned back and sat down on the soft grass.
In that moment, Henry couldn't help but question what was happening.
Images flooded his mind, images of himself in another world.
A world where he never belonged and yet... He was accepted with open arms.
A world where he had everything he wanted.
'Did I die?' he finally asked himself the telling question.
