Mike looked down a dark hallway, at the bright light at the end of it.
He saw a small figure coming up to him. "Who are you?" he asked her,
the short grandmotherly figure.
"I'm your Grandma Rose" she repllied
"Who?" he said, staring at the elderly lady.
"Dagnabit, aren't you my Christopher?" she asked, squinting at him
"No, I'm Detective Michael Price," he said.
"All righty then, back you go!"
That was the last thing Michael heard before he felt a blazing hot
sensation at his chest.
"Clear!" Dr. Tarter shouted, as Mike's body thumped off the operating
table; his heart starting again. (302)
- Omar
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