A man floats calmly above the scene of a crash. He looks down at the wreck and sees his own dead body hanging out of the car window. “Is that me?” With a strange sense of apathy he looks down at his new ghost-like self. “So I'm really dead.” Directly in the empty space in front of him, a blinding light blooms outward, following the arrival of an angelic figure. With an inviting smile she holds out her hand, and then speaks to him with the voice of pealing bells, “Come with me, it's time to take you home.” He reluctantly stretches out his arm to reach for the angel's hand, but stops. “Home… So you're taking me to what heaven is. Angel, is there a hell?” A slight frown suddenly forms over the woman's lips, but is quickly replaced by her benevolent smile. “The darkness is sometimes too great for souls to be saved. Please just take my hand.” The man withdraws his hand, frowning thoughtfully. “Doesn't anyone bother to try? The darkness is too great so you just leave them to suffer?” The woman looks confused, and a pained expression covers her face a she tries to think. “They.. I.. It's complicated.” With growing impatience she emphatically extends her hand again. “Please, just come with me and everything will be explained. The longer you stay here the more you'll become confused. You must hurry before it's too late to save you.” The man looks down uncertainly. “I don't know. Those people, maybe there’s someway…” The woman bites down on her lip, fighting some internal struggle as she listens to him speak. Suddenly she grabs the man's arms and begins dragging him upward into the sky. The man struggles wildly as he is being pulled up to the sky. “Hey, what's going on? What are you doing?” The woman's fingers wrap more tightly around his arms as she continues forcing him upward to a portal of light in the sky. “I have to take you now. We need to get home. I'm not…” The woman stops cold, her eyes wide, as the man's flailing hand smacks against her halo with a metallic ping. He wrests himself out of her grip and looks back and forth between his hand and her halo, greatly confused. “What the…” Suddenly the man's feet feel very heavy as he starts sinking down back toward the ground. In panicked desperation, he reaches upward and grabs onto the woman’s halo. She suddenly regains focus. “No! Don't pull on that. You're not supposed to remove it. It's…” The woman blinks, even more confused. With a fierce look of determination, the man decides to try and remove the halo. Several painful shocks begin coursing from the metallic ring, but he finally manages to pull it completely away, his ethereal form plunging towards the ground.