[ WP ] You 've been dead for 67 days . You awake to the entire world watching the first human revival . Your revival .

There was a bright flash of light. I sat up in a cold sweat. 
 `` Man,'' said I, `` that was some night, eh Jack?'' I looked around. There was no more Jack. There was only the cold, unfamiliar sight of machinery and piping, with green liquid oozing through a pipe, straight into my veins. I was alone, under a floodlight, with seemingly endless darkness all around me. I tried to lie back down, but the chair I was in straightened up, preventing me. 
 `` Hello?'' I asked the darkness around me. All I heard in response was a muffled voice from behind the veil of pitch black. 
 ``... *it was a success! Congratulations Dr. Blaumen!... *'' 
 ``... *Thank you, thank you! You're too kind Surgeon General. Now, do you see the possibility of... *'' 
 `` Excuse me?'' I interjected, seeking aid for my predicament. 
 `` *Yes, what is it? *'' asked the man in the white robe, intriguingly. 
 `` Where am I?'' 
 `` *You are 3 miles below Lake Michigan. To be honest, I did n't think the experiment would work. Who are you? Or rather, who were you? *'' 
'Who was I?' Why the past tense? `` Why are you asking who I **was**, and not who I **am**?'' 
 `` *Why, you've been dead for nearly 2 and a half months. *'' 
 I did not know what to do. How had I been dead for so long, and not known it? 
 `` Where's Jack?'' I asked frantically, trying to find a familiar face. 
 `` *Was he the blonde fellow, about 5'9'', and with a glazed over eye? *'' 
 `` How did you know?'' 
 `` *We dragged you both out of the pool. The autopsies revealed that you both got very drunk, and went for a late night dip. Your buddy is dead, I'm sorry. *'' 
 `` Ca n't you bring him back? You brought me back, right?'' 
 `` *Believe me, we tried. He was test subject # A37. You are subject # E56. His genes were incompatible; he got incinerated when we injected the serum into him. In fact, you are the first one that we could successfully revive. *'' 
 I was alive again, but at what cost? My one friend was dead and gone, his ashes forever scattered across a landfill, never to be recovered; never to have a final resting place, cursed to be blown by every wind that passed by. 
 
 I should have stayed dead. 
 
 
 I should have been by his side into the vanishing point of eternity.
