In a foggy daze, he saw a face, a perfect one that radiated a kind of angelic splendor. The smile he gave him was warm, heavenly, almost like he had been taken to heaven and this was one of its candidates.
He felt a vibration and suddenly, with a pull that made him gasp, he saw himself inside a car. The stranger beside him, the one who was driving, suddenly stopped.
"Easy, easy, calm down. It's just me." His smile was broad, and he had strawberry blond hair that covered half of his face—the kind that models took after. Gosh, this guy again.
If anything, he could remember he was glad to see this angel, but how did he get here, and in this car? He looked inside of it and grimaced; it was a rickety one with a badly shaped body that curved like it was about to get swallowed by itself soon.
Daniel looked up again and met the guy's ocean blue eyes; they sparkled like the day he met him, never for one moment dull, despite the terrible thing he found out about him at the end.
