Dying had been surprisingly easy, all things concerned. Once the pain had stopped bothering him, he had managed to get one last word in with his dad (to try and encourage him to never give up) and then it had been quiet...
He hadn't really been expecting anything. He didn't know if he would wake up back in his own time, or end up in that place where Grams and Aunt Prue were, their glowing forms doing whatever it was that ghosts did wherever it was that they did it.
A baseball diamond was nothing near what he had hoped for though and it was confusing and disorienting to find his body, lacking any sort of stab wound, suddenly smacked down in the middle of one. He swayed a bit, and made a face as he fought the nausea that was settling over him.
September 7th - Afternoon
He hadn't really been expecting anything. He didn't know if he would wake up back in his own time, or end up in that place where Grams and Aunt Prue were, their glowing forms doing whatever it was that ghosts did wherever it was that they did it.
A baseball diamond was nothing near what he had hoped for though and it was confusing and disorienting to find his body, lacking any sort of stab wound, suddenly smacked down in the middle of one. He swayed a bit, and made a face as he fought the nausea that was settling over him.