The moment her full signature had been signed, her soul's body slowly began to fade away from the emptiness. She was being transferred back to the earthly world, something not many people were lucky enough to do. "Break a leg, Lynnie," Dog spoke, stepping back and saluting her. Brooklyn didn't have time to tell him [i]'that's not my name'[/i]. All she could do was give him a hopeful smile before her world became dark.

When her eyes opened again only moments later, she was met with a familiar sight.

Her living room.

Nearby was the love of her life (and post-life), yelling at his mother, "Of course it's fucking her!" There was no question in Brooklyn's mind that he was talking about her. Her body must have been found. But how long did it take? Who found it? Hell, what day was it? She had many questions, but the nearby sound of her son cooing temporarily drew her away from them. 

Sweet, sweet Louie was sitting on his play mat, currently oblivious to the fact that his mother had passed away. Brooklyn strolled over to him and crouched by his side as he grabbed his red teether and began gnawing on it. Giggling to herself, Brooklyn gently ran the back of her hand over her son's cheek. When she could still feel his warmth, she almost cried right then and there. But knowing he could feel nothing was disheartening. As her eyes filled with a loving sorrow, she kissed the top of his head.

In this state, her body was unseeable to everyone but her. She saw herself with a slightly glowing body. On her back was a weightless set of white wings, which she had yet to teach herself how to use.

Sam soon walked over and wrapped his arms around Louie. He was sobbing heavily, more so than Brooklyn had ever seen before. Her heart filled with empathy. "Shhh," she soothed, despite knowing he couldn't hear her. She scooted over to him and wrapped her arms around him comfortingly.