The sunlight beamed through the windows and into the room, giving the space a heavenly glow. Birds chirping and quiet whispers purveyed through the room. Wait, birds chirping? How? I opened my eyes to see the white ceiling of the familiar infirmary that I had worked in for almost 2 years. How is it possible for birds to be chirping here of all places? As I slowly lift my head up and tried to sit up, I saw a familiar-looking stranger sitting by my side, reading what looked to be my journal. As I opened my mouth to question-