[hr][center][h2][i][color=DarkSeaGreen]William S. Harris[/color][/i][/h2]
[b][color=DarkSeaGreen]Location:[/color][/b] Gateway[/center][hr]
The steady beep of the heartrate monitor was the only thing Bill heard for several days now. This week has been the worst one so far. Normally, he had trouble walking down the hallway before breaking down in a fit of agonizing coughs and wheezes. This week, he couldn't get himself even to the shitter, being reduced to less dignified method of taking care of that. As per usual, his daughter didn't check up on him.

Then it hit. A flash of light. For a moment, Bill thought that the Ruskis have finally sent the nukes. [color=DarkSeaGreen][i]Who in their right mind would drop a nuke on Reading though? Even though the ugly shithole had it coming for decades...[/i][/color] he managed to think, before being rattled out of the bed.

Weird. What should have followed the flash of light was the thermal shock incinerating his body and leaving a shadow on the wall, not the shockwave.

Then he slammed into the ground.

Took one breath.

And his eyes opened in surprise, laying eyes on the stone room he found himself in. No pain.

He got up. No pain in the knees either.

In fact, he didn't feel this good in [i]decades[/i]. Some of the... kids? That seemed to be around seemed ready to throw up, but he for one wanted to scale a damn mountain, just because seemingly, once more, he [i]could[/i].

Running his hand through his hair, he noticed the short cut and finally looked at his hands.

Young. In uniform. What?

Someone finally spoke up and that was when Bill realized that not all of the people around were actually kids, let alone humans. The angelic figure clearly disproved his initial thesis that he died, because there was no way he was going to heaven. Bill was certain he already had a parking spot reserved in hell, right next to the Devil himself.

The other people and... critters... in the room seemed to be in various states of shock, denial or 'offense taken'. Bill took this in stride. [color=DarkSeaGreen]"Way I see it,"[/color] his voice picked up. Huh. Still his old man voice. [color=DarkSeaGreen]"Either this is a hallucination for one or more of us, and nothing we do here matters, or, Mr. Dominimon over there is saying facts, and there is a world that actually needs our help. One that form the name, may just be somewhat tied to ours, and in failing perhaps wreak havoc on our own. Or have you not spared a moment of thought to just [i]where[/i] a 'digital world' may be operating? Either way, does any of you pups have something to lose by humoring him?"[/color]

He walked forward to stand in front of the angel. [color=DarkSeaGreen]"Colonel William Samuel Harris, retired. I will hear you out."[/color]