Throughout the night, Godfrey pondered until he slept off. His eyes snapped open the next morning when the sound of someone opening the gym echoed through the empty hall.
Sunlight poured through as the door was opened wide. Godfrey almost frowned until his eyes adjusted, allowing him to see the individual pushing the door.
Godfrey blinked. Was he dreaming?
Isaac folded his arms and chuckled. "I came back from the dead." He nodded smugly, then approached Godfrey with wide strides.
"Isaac?"
"Shocked?" Isaac beamed, then stretched his hand toward him.
"I think it's time you stand up, Master Godfrey. Everyone said you've not been yourself for the past two days. You're stronger than this."
Godfrey grabbed his hand. "I thought I was." He rose to his feet and held Isaac's shoulders.
"How is this possible?"
"I think you should ask your mother."
