The world was white. Then it was noisy. Then it was bright.
Beep. Beep. Beep.
The smell of disinfectant was overwhelming. It was the same smell as the hospital room where Alex Finch had died. But it was also different. It was sharper. Newer.
Alex opened his eyes.
He tried to sit up, but his body wouldn't obey. His arms flailed. His legs kicked.
He looked at his hands. They were tiny. Pink. Wrinkled.
He tried to speak. "Where am I?"
What came out was: "Waaaaaah!"
A giant face loomed over him. It was a woman. She had kind eyes and tired lines around her mouth.
"Shh, Leon," she whispered. "It is okay. Mummy is here."
Leon.
The name hit him like a lightning bolt.
He wasn't Alex Finch anymore. He wasn't the old man who died peacefully surrounded by friends.
He was back.
Back to the beginning of Life Two.
He was Leon Fischer. The boy who woke up with a second chance.
But this time, he remembered everything.
