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

My body aches with a dull pain, as if I had been chopped to pieces, but I feel all my fingers and toes with each beat of my heart so that was not the case. I try to open my eyes but they feel as if they are already open. A ragged cough rips through my throat, and realize that I made no sound. I try to think back to what had happened before. 
 
 *I remember seeing the sky, cloudless above me and pale blue. The sun was setting to the east, which unsettled me. I could n't remember how I had gotten there at the time, as the cold preoccupied me, but I was traveling home via a polar route. The details are fuzzy, but I remember getting on the plane, and then nothing until the cold white of what must have been the arctic north. * 
 
 There is a loud pop in my ears, and then a steady beat, almost like a metronome. `` Hearing is online, that makes two, three more to go.'' A man say, the hint of excitement in his voice not well masked. 
 
 `` Wa... wat... er,'' I manage to croak out hoarsely. I hear something shuffle nearby, then feel pressure on my bottom lip. `` Drink, but slowly,'' and old man says quietly. I open my mouth and begin to drink eagerly, until I start to cough and the man pulls the cup away. I realize the water had no taste before fading back out. 
 
 *I am sitting at my kitchen table, the smell of pancakes causing my stomach to rumble. I find myself laughing as my daughter come barreling down the hallway, barely sliding to a stop in front of me. `` I see you are enjoying those fancy socks, but if you are not careful the wood floor may tear at them,'' I say, laughing again at the face she makes. * 
 
 *'' No daddy, I just got them from Santa, I am not going to mess them up before I can take them to show and tell when school starts up again,'' she says before running off back down the hall, her blond hair the last thing to disappear around the corner. * 
 
 I hear more voices when I come back, but since I can not see I am unsure who or even how many people there are. The heavy smell of anesthetics and disinfectants suddenly assaults me, causing me to cough again, although it is not quite as rough on me this time around, and my breathing is easier. `` Three fifths of the way done, two to go,'' an older voice calls, sounds like the same man who gave me water earlier. 
 
 `` Where am I, what is happening?'' I whisper roughly. Someone comes near, a woman judging by the faint smell of perfume penetrating the overwhelming hospital smell. `` Do n't worry, you are going to be just fine, rest and we will explain it all to you later,'' she said lightly, the hint of a smile on her voice. I agree in my mind, and drift away. 
 
 *'' See honey, are n't you glad now that my parents agreed to watch Lucy?'' my wife asks from across the table, sipping at her wine with the smile I fell in love with. I glance out the window to see Hong Kong sprawling below us. * 
 
 *'' Yes Emily, I imagine she would not have enjoyed the temples as much as you have,'' I say throwing her a smile. Emily's smile grows behind her glass before receding back as she sighs, `` As much as I miss our little girl, I wish we had just a little more time here instead of leaving tomorrow, there is still so much I have n't seen,'' she says. I am about to speak, but get interrupted by the fireworks that start above. I resign myself for now, a sip at the wine in my glass, allowing myself to enjoy the flavor. Emily touches my hand with her red tipped fingers to catch my attention, then tries to talk but is downed out. I understood anyway and replied, `` Happy New Year'' * 
 
 I come back to the darkness that is my reality, and feel my throat is dry. I try to ask for water again, and as I hear someone shuffling near, the woman states, `` Nearly done now, just one more till we are done.'' After that I feel something on my lips and open my mouth to welcome the relief of water. To my surprise though, it is orange juice, and the sweet tartness of it overwhelms my tongue. Whoever held this glass was more prepared, and pulled it back before I could drink to much. I feel a hand rest on my shoulder, the skin wrinkled, as well as a smaller hand warm on top of mine as I slide back into my memory. 
 
 *'' And now for the worst part of the trip,'' I declare to Emily as we walk through the airport security. `` Oh come on Josh, do n't be that way. We made it here fine did n't we?'' she says, poking me in the back to get me to hurry up. `` You are right, I would much rather face my fear of flying then the anger of my wife,'' I say while laughing as we head to our gate. * 
 
 *I remember getting on the flight with my wife, and the flight was fairly smooth until we reached near the north pole. I am not sure how it happened, but someone in first class open the emergency door, which tore of with force and ripped off the wing of the plane. We started spiraling, and people were screaming, but I no longer had any fear. I do n't know why I did it, but I grabbed my crying wife and held her tight to me. Then I picked her up and ran toward the door at the back. She looked at me with confusion when we reached the end of the plane, but there was no time to explain. I kissed her, held her close, and ripped the door open to fling us out of the plane. I do n't remember landing, but on the ground I remember holding her, trying to shield her from the cold. * 
 
 When I came back, there was no talking, no shuffling, no sound except for the steady metronome. The metronome and a bright light. I blinked, and waited as the world came into focus. The light was a large overhead lamp, and as I looked around I realized that I was in an operation theater, and the stands above were full of people, some with cameras, some with mikes, and some with nothing at all, but they all were just staring at me in awe. I felt no significant pain in my body, so I tried to sit up, only to see I was constrained. My throat felt raw, so I called for water, and the entire room started moving. 
 
 The three doctors rushed in then, the older man thankfully with a cup of water. The woman went to a monitor to the left of me, while the younger man went to check on my IV drip. The older man undid the strap on my right hand, while the bed moved to allow me to be more upright. He placed the cup in my hand as he said, `` I am going to ask you some questions, and I want you to answer me as truthfully as possible. What is your name?'' 
 
 `` Josh, Josh Turner,'' I coughed out roughly in a higher pitch then intended, and brought the cup to my lips to drink. I noticed my arm was thinner then normal, and pale, although I realized that was probably do to me being in the hospital for some time. 
 
 `` I did n't quite catch that,'' he said, a look of surprise on his face. 
 
 `` My name is Josh Turner,'' I said again, my voice only slightly improved by the water, and still oddly high pitched. `` What are all of those people doing up there?'' I manage to ask. 
 
 `` Well, they are all here to see the first human revival, after being dead for sixty five odd days, we have managed to bring a human back to life,'' he said carefully, `` Now, can you tell me about how your parents died?'' 
 
 `` Sure,'' I say with a cough, `` they died in a plane crash when I was fifteen. I have n't been able to fly easily since then.'' My voice was still rough, but I was sure the higher pitch was wrong, maybe my hearing was messed up. 
 
 `` What about your family now, can you tell me their names?'' The man asked, seemingly shocked. As I looked around I saw the other two doctors were also confused. 
 
 `` My wife is named Emily, and our daughter is Lucy,'' I said, moving my head back and forth to watch their reactions, puzzled by their confusion. As my head moved back and forth, I felt hair touch my shoulder, and looked down to see long blond hair where as I had brown. I dropped the cup in my hand when I noticed the red flecks on my nails. 
 
 `` What is this, what has happened?'' I asked in confusion. The plane crash comes back to me, and I let out a cry, `` Where is my wife? Is she okay?'' 
 
 The older man has a sad look come over him, and he walks to the other end of the room, then comes back and hands me a mirror. I take it and look, and see Emily. `` Josh Turner died in the crash you were in, his body curled over yours. We judge that he died shortly after the crash, shortly before you yourself died, although somehow there was almost a mile between you and the rest of the crash.'' He explained. 
 
 `` How is that possible? I am Josh Turner,'' I declare in denial. 
 
 The man continues as if had n't heard, `` It is now March 8th, 2032, and you have been dead for 67 days. When we found your body, you had minimal damage, and your will stated your body should be donated to science. So we tried to bring you back.'' 
 
 I stay quiet, dumbfounded, until my eyes start to tear up, `` So even in my last effort to save the love of my life, I failed? How?'' I asked, openly crying as I finish. 
 
 `` I will be honest, we do n't know. We are all dumbfounded, as you have challenged science's knowledge of the brain and the concept of the soul,'' He said resignedly. I cry more, trying to comprehend what has happened. `` Whether you are Emily or Josh though does n't matter right now, as your daughter is outside, and we told her we would let her in when you were ready.'' 
 
 I dry my eyes, and nod to him. He walks to the door, and opens it to let Lucy in, who comes running straight to me, the colored socks her mother had gotten her for Christmas flashing behind her. Or I got them. She jumps onto the bed as the woman undoes my other arm restraint and I hug her as tight as I can manage as she cries into my shoulder.
