... I'm not sure why am I here. This is not what I was expecting or where I should be. Never before have I seen buildings stand quite like this, nor clothes like the ones the people here wear.
I don't feel sick anymore: the whole of my strength has come back. And yet the scar on my face assures me that it was not a dream. I know I died, and I know this is not the place where I should be, the place where I was waiting before.
... it matters not. No matter what place is this or where it is, I will wait.