[ WP ] You are dead ... again . However , you planned this just as you planned the other times you died . You study death . Describe your experience this time as it compares to the other times .

There it was again. 
 
 Every single thing was the same, every feeling, every experience. The blue dizziness that surrounded him like the night sky, pricks of light seeping through like stars. The lightness of his consciousness as he watched himself fade away, like he was seeing all through a fuzzy television screen. He surrendered himself to whatever force is was that pushed him onward, just like every other time. Only, for some reason, he still felt some sort of string attaching him to the other world, something that tugged on him. 
 
 He gasped, and breathed in fresh air. The darkness disappeared for a moment, more light filtered in. He was spinning. Suddenly, he felt all heaviness return to his thoughts, like something had smacked him down to the earth. An idea was conceived in his brain, and it travelled down his arm and to the tips of his fingers. They wiggled. Ah, he understood what was going on. He was n't completely dead yet. There was still something there. This was nothing unusual for him, in fact, it happened most of the time. The body always continues to try and pull you in. He just had to keep reaching for the darkness and it was guaranteed. 
 
 It was amazing how the body could keep going like that. He had been in a car accident this time. The brief moment in his body reminded him of exactly what circumstances lead to this moment, and just how damaged he was. He tried to move his legs in the same way he did his fingers. No response. In fact, his lower half was almost completely detached. He most definitely was not going to make it. He ceased all activity in his mind and welcomed the lifting feeling that came his way. 
 
 A voice broke the silence he had created for himself. When it was the voice of the paramedic or fire fighter, he was able to push it away. But this one was much too familiar. He knew this person. In fact, he loved them. The unfamiliar feeling of panic gripped him by the throat. He always made sure to be far away from anyone he cared about in his current life, placed them at a distance so every time this happened, he wanted to die and he could really focus on what was happening. 
 
 But now, he did n't want to go into the blizzard that threatened to overtake him. He wanted out. He wanted to hear her voice just a little bit longer and see her again. No, not even just that, he wanted to wake up and have everything be okay. He could die another time, when she was long gone. When he was ready. Oh, what a mistake he had made this time. 
 
 For the first time, he reached for that link to his body, pulled on the string that connected him. Only it was n't as easy as the many accidental times he had returned himself. No, rather than the darkness and weightlessness slowly enveloping him, it came to sweep him off his feet, yank him from the ground violently. The voice that called to him faded, and the darkness swallowed him whole. The calm blue returned once again, only this time, that link to his body had been severed. 
 
 He had never felt it so violently before. It was usually a calming thing, but at this moment, he felt anything but that. There was fear and panic and a gripping frost that froze most of his extremities. He knew he would wake up somewhere else entirely in a matter of a few minutes, and be forced to document his experience before going off to wake up again, go through an entirely new life. Every experience before this had felt artificial, nothing but tests and trials. They were definitely going to be interested in this one. Perhaps so much that they'd force him to do things like this many more times. Die when he was n't ready. Find a place or someone to love, and then be ripped from it suddenly. 
 
 As he lay there waiting to wake up again, thinking about what the future held for him, he found himself wishing that it could all be over now. He wanted nothing more than to just go to sleep, permanently, like everyone else. Especially after this. What an experience it had been. 
 

