I remember the time when I could no longer speak.

I remember the time when the friends and family of my other life started to dwindle until there was no one coming by my last resting place.

I remember wishing so hard.

I remember thinking that if I got a second chance I would do all the things I hadn't been able to do in life where making it outside was a blessing as well as a curse.

If I had a second chance I would live life to its very fullest and I would thrive and I would love, love so much more.

The doctors told me that I had only a few days left.

As the countdown began in my head, I looked at my surroundings.

The nurse across the hall from my room that always had a smile but didn't seem to care that the wafting smells of her homemade cupcakes were like siren calls to those of us who could not even stand.

The hospice counselor that would duck his head in occasionally as if expecting the family members that no longer came to suddenly arrive when I was at my end.

They wouldn't come, because I pushed them away long before I got to the moment I was at towards the end.

I woke up in the middle of that night, the night the world would think I died.

A cloaked shadow stood over my bed, my eyes widened and my mouth would have gaped if it could have. The shadow moved so that the tray with my speaking technology would be in front of me, adjusting it just so...so that I was able to tap out the sequences I needed to ask my question.

-Are you Death?-

The strange cloaked figure only tilted its head to the side before responding in a soft but impossibly deep voice, "I once thought I was."

The silence stretched because the me of that time didn't know how to respond to a tall, cloaked stranger that looked like Death but stated he wasn't.

A breath was let go after what felt like more than ten minutes of the cloaked person staring down at the bedridden me.

"I'm here to offer you a second chance."

I would have laughed if I could have, for isn't that the sort of thing everyone who was in the cancer ward dreams of, wishes of but never happens.

So I typed my response, -Why me?-

More staring from the cloaked figure, I could practically feel the theoretical holes they were burrowing into my skull from their stare.

"Carter…" The cloaked figure seemed to stiffen even further as my heart rate dropped. "You don't have much time. Just say yes."

My brows would have furrowed then if I still had eyebrows back then.

-How you do know me?-

The cloaked figure turned and strode to a nearby wall only to slam his fist against it and let out a frustrated growl.

My eyes flickered toward the oddly closed hospital room door, wondering if a nurse would come in to check on me.

-What will happen?-

Another deep sigh, "Your body will disintegrate and be sent back in time. You will have a chance to…"

The figure rushed to my side as the monitor beside me began to beep as my vitals continued to drop, my eyes began to flutter shut.

"Say yes, Carter!"

-Ye…-

I lost consciousness but the figure seemed to have seen what I was about to write because I suddenly felt ice cold hands on my cheeks and the barest whisper of lips upon my forehead.

I'm still not sure if I really heard the last words, the memory is so faint now.

"See you soon."