Taylor pulled the book from the bedside table and plopped it on her lap. Her gaze lifted to him, and for a brief moment he thought she could see him.
Daimhin pulled his list from his jeans pocket and scanned it. He returned to the same hospital he was that morning with Taylor and her mother.
He stood next to the hospital bed in the Emergency Room. Doctors and nurses were running around the room in a frenzy. A motor car accident. The young man on the bed was covered in blood, his left arm was ripped in various places and his one lung was collapsed.
Daimhin reached for him and touched him.
In the flicker of an eyelid, the young man stood next to him.
Christopher smiled as his hands patted down his own body. "I survived. I cannot believe it." Then realization dawned on him, as he saw his body still on the bed. He turned to Daimhin and asked in disbelief, "I died? I'm dead?"
" I am sorry to say Christopher that you are, but no need to worry, this is not the end."
Daimhin put his arm around the young man's shoulder as he turned him away from the bed. The doctor was trying so frantically to save Christopher's life, he did not yet notice it was over.
The young man asked, "What happens now?"
" Come, I'll show you the way."
When the young man was safely escorted across to the other side, Daimhin worked like a mad man to complete the rest of his list for the day.
As he escorted the last soul across, he saw Violet.
She did not look amused. "I am not even going to ask because I can see in your face that you have not shepherded Taylor yet."
" I'll have it done, before next week. Before the audit."
" I sincerely hope so, Daimhin." She walked away from him. "I'm tired. It's been a long day."
He watched her walk away.