Color began to return to Michael's face. After a fit of coughs, he began to breathe normally again.
He glanced over at Erin and saw their unconscious form. After a moment of apparent shock, he rushed over to their side and placed his hand on their shoulder, willing them to be healed.
"Come on, Erin. Please be okay."
...
Mike shakes his head. "This can't be real. You're dead."
His mother looks down at her body and then back up with a smile on her lips. "Oh, I guess I missed that."
"Mom, whe- where am I?"