Portal was running through the Afterlife dimension when he spied someone out of the ordinary. He looked like.... he was meant to be seen.
The man looked at Portal with a striking gaze. "I am."
"I don't know how to say this..... but Lance Nicolson is sorry."
Lance took a deep breath and closed his eyes. After a moment, he said, "I know. I know he is." Suddenly his eyes snapped open and he gripped Portal's forearm. "You're one of them, aren't you? You're going back?"
"That I am. What of it?"
Lance took a folded piece of paper out of his pocket and handed it to Portal. "Give him this. DON'T read it. And tell him..... tell him he is forgiven." Lance walked off, fading into the mist.
........ "Well. I wonder what this is?" I need to get going. God needs to set up the bridge.
"Excuse me sir, are you Lance?"...About 19, blonde hair, goes by the name of Lance...
The man looked at Portal with a striking gaze. "I am."
"I don't know how to say this..... but Lance Nicolson is sorry."
Lance took a deep breath and closed his eyes. After a moment, he said, "I know. I know he is." Suddenly his eyes snapped open and he gripped Portal's forearm. "You're one of them, aren't you? You're going back?"
"That I am. What of it?"
Lance took a folded piece of paper out of his pocket and handed it to Portal. "Give him this. DON'T read it. And tell him..... tell him he is forgiven." Lance walked off, fading into the mist.
........ "Well. I wonder what this is?" I need to get going. God needs to set up the bridge.