Meanwhile...
After a quick checkup from a doctor, Phil signed his papers and was released from the hospital.
Monday Morning, 5 AM. Phil's Alarm clock jerks him out of a sound sleep. He checks his surroundings. Instead of being in some grassy field, he's in bed, in his house, mother still sleep in her room. He sighs disappointingly, knowing that the adventures he experienced were only a coma-induced dream.
As he began his morning rituals, he tried to see if he could conjure some of The Fallen's power. With no such luck, he goes down to the kitchen, and grabs a bowl of cereal, while turning on the TV. The morning news greets him. It's talking about the crash Phil's bus was in, also stating how he was the only survivor. While grief stricken at the announcement of the memorial of the crash, he was slightly filled with gratefulness, knowing that it wasn't yet his time to go.
7:35 came quicker than usual, a time when his bus would come, but not today.
"Well, time waits for no one, not even a kid whose been in a coma for more than a month." he said to himself.
He turned on his Ipod, grabbed his bookbag, and started his trek towards school.
He may not have knew this, but there was a reason why he wasn't to die in that wreck. Not yet, at least. His destiny has not been fulfilled. But today will be his day of reckoning.
