Cage wasn't sure that he was alive.
For a long time, all he could see was the black smoke pluming in the distance. He could see the sky, too. It was beautiful, clear blue with a speck of white where the clouds glided through the blank canvas. He hadn't seen a sky this beautiful in years.
He stared and stared until his eyes closed. When he opened them again, he wasn't exactly sure what was happening. Indeed, he must have been dead. There was an angel hovering over him. His own personal angel. Except, something was gravely wrong. She didn't have a smile on her face as usual. Her face was ashen, literally covered in smudges with streaks of her skin flashing through the tracks where her tears had rolled down.
She was so upset that he wanted to pull her into his arms. Her lips moved like she was yelling but he couldn't hear a thing.
He raised his hand and cupped her cheek, his eyes slightly glazed over.
"What are you saying?" he whispered.
