You see, I always believed that after dying, I'd stay dead. But the truth is, I'm not sure that I'm really dead. I was doing my morning workout and, out of nowhere, I got hit by a goddamn truck. Next thing I know, I'm here running with this guy on a vinyl player. He's the truck driver and he doesn't seem to know more than I do. The songs playing are pretty good and I’m felling well so I guess this isn't hell, after all. Maybe we just crashed into another reality, maybe if the vinyl switches to side B, I'll be able to learn something new. I'm worried with the cat, though... I think I didn't leave enough food.