I was comfortable and warm. That was the first thing I realised when I began to awake. Wait! Awake? How could I awake after being shot? I hurriedly opened my eyes and sat up. This room...how could it be possible? I was sitting in my childhood bedroom, in my childhood bed. I was on the farm where I use to live, before my parent's deaths. Was this the afterlife? I began to wonder as I clambered out of bed and walked absently around the room. Is this where - My thoughts were interrupted by a warm, cheerful voice that I never thought that I would hear again. 'A dream?' I repeated, looking around.