Michael's last moments on earth were occupied with the advent of at least two people rushing to his aid. He could make it out that the first one was the girl that had wanted to help drag that unconscious woman. It was certainly vexing to find her here, helping him so frantically. Didn't she believe there was another world awaiting them in death? Perhaps she was just acting on instinct? It didn't matter in the end, as Michael had little strength or speed to get up with, nor any care to think over questions of motivation. The other person that came to help was one of the people that had so readily jumped on the tracks the moment they had been prompted to do so. It really made him wonder just what was making these people act. As they tried to aid him in whatever way they could, Michael was sure he heard another shot ring out. Unable to see from his angle, he could only guess as to what had happened, but he could say for sure it wasn't pleasant. 

Inevitably, the train came. At this point, Michael was almost pleased to see it. It was hardly a happy ending, but at least it was an ending. There was no point lingering on in this madhouse, bleeding out.

Yet it was not the end. Michael found himself in a verdant green countryside, as though whisked away to some pleasant haven. His wound was healed, and he felt no great pain. At first he was tempted to say he had reached the one and only Heaven, but a quick glance at his company put that thought to rest. They were all here, including ghost girl. Michael was fairly certain this bunch were not all showing up at the legitimate Christian heaven. It seemed it was true, there was another world on the other side of death. That, or ghosty was pulling one hell of an elaborate con on them. Michael started to wonder if he hadn't been wrong to act the way he had before. However, that thought quickly brought to his mind the fact that unless he had missed a big secret club meeting, nobody knew this was what awaited them. They had all acted on some measure of faith. Michael still wasn't entirely happy about how this had played out.

In lieu of acting on faith, he heard a certain someone calling out for an "officer". It was the girl he had confronted at the station, and the one that had tried to get him on his feet just before. [color=fdc68a]"Uh....Mike Keahi, reporting for duty, ma'am."[/color] He said to her hesitantly. He wasn't sure what her great concern for him was, but he wasn't going to dig into it. In fact, he began to think about the more pressing concerns on his mind; the explanation they were owed by ghost girl, and the fact that the presence of just about everyone from the station meant his assailant was here too. Quickly searching, he spotted the nutcase that had cut him. He felt himself flare up in a defensive anger. It was hard to get past the fact he had been blatantly attacked, even if they were in a strange new world. As he tensed up, he felt something hard in his hand. He still had his gun. He had a sudden, violent urge to just shoot the bastard, but he restrained himself. He hardly cared about the man's well being right now, but he would be causing a scene if he shot him right now, and even trying to arrest him would be disruptive and dangerous. More than anything, he really wanted to hear whatever ghosty was going to say about this new world. People were already asking her for answers. He planned to listen, though he kept his gaze transfixed on the knife-wielder. There was no way he was going to let that guy get the drop on him here, nor was he going to let him go nuts on anyone else.

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