Michael was really enjoying himself. He had scored some really good speed from Tony, he had gotten into the party for free, he had xanax in his pocket for the after party, his mother thought he was at a church retreat for the weekend, and the DJ was excellent. He had been on the dance floor for what he thought was about an hour and was just going to take a break when he tripped and fell on his face.
He tried to get up, but his legs wouldn't work. People on the dance floor were all standing around staring at him. He tried to ask for help, but his mouth wouldn't work. Someone put their face right next to his and said something, but it sounded really far away. Everything started to get dark. The last thing he saw was that they turned the house lights on.
Awww man. Party over... way to go, Mike, he thought to himself as he drifted off.
Instead of waking up in a hospital emergency room like he had in the past he felt like he was starting to float away.
They lifted me up to carry me through the crowd. What a good group, he smiled to himself, but then realized he was looking at his own body from above. His mouth had foam running from it and he looked really pale. Hmmm.... that's not normal.
A few seconds later he was surrounded by white light and he heard the sounds of his sister singing to him when he was a baby, back in India. There were birds singing and soft rain in the background. A figure stood in front of him that he quickly realized was his grandfather, Raj.
He's been dead 10 years, Michael thought, puzzled.
"Yes, Michael. You won't be going back to the party." his grandfather said.