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Spencer felt cold…very cold like he was frozen in a block of ice or trapped in a blizzard in only a shirt and a pair of shorts.

His eyes slowly opened to find that he was in his bedroom; everything was exactly the way it was before…before he and team left for Georgia.

But that didn't make sense. He was in a cabin, trapped and held captive by Tobias. But then he remembered.

"Chose…"

"No…"

*click*

"Chose…"

"I won't do it…"

*click*

"Life is a choice."

"No…"

*click*

"Chose…."

"…..No….."

*BANG*

Spencer placed his hand on his heart but to his shock and dismay, he felt no heartbeat. In panic, he got up and opened the door to his living room. Only to find himself in the middle of a busy street in what he believed to be New York City. He looked and saw Times Square so he was defiantly sure.

But how did he just go from his small apartment, to the middle of New York City?

Spencer couldn't feel his heartbeat or pretty much anything. He didn't feel anything and that unnerved him greatly. When he tried to touch a light post to steady himself…he slipped right through the pole and fell into the pavement. He didn't feel any pain from the fall which scared him even more.

"You of all people should know that panicking doesn't solve anything."

Spencer turned to see a man that looked around Spencer age, he was tall, had dark hair, and was wearing casual clothing.

The man smiled and helped Spencer get up.

"How come you can see me?"

The man chuckled, "Well I brought you here after all so I should see you."

"What do you mean?"

"Think Spencer…after Tobias shot you in the cabin."

Spencer felt himself float. He saw bright light….

Tears fell from his eyes and then…he saw a man…the man stopped him from ascending further into the light and he took a deep breath…

"But…I can't feel anything, so am I dead or not" asked Spencer.

"Your body is alright, this is your soul Spencer. Souls don't have heartbeats, the body does."

He and Spencer walked down the street that went by at the speed of light while they seemed to move in slow motion.

"So…why am I here?"

The man stopped to look at him. "Spencer I'm here to make an offer. You see right now, your body is in the hospital and you have been separated from your body for about a day. Technically you are supposed to die but the higher management, so to speak, wants you to do something. It's totally your choice."

"Ok then…what does um…he want?"

"I guess I'll cut to the chase, I'm the infamous grim reaper. The being that guides souls to their eternal fate. I've been the reaper for 300 years. Every 300 years a new reaper is chosen. The new reaper is a good soul that is not only smart, but compassionate. I'm about fifty years from my due date, as we call them. Once my time is up I go to the afterlife."

Spencer stood there, mouth hanging and unable to speak. This had to be a dream.

"This is no dream Spencer. In short, you have been chosen to be the next reaper. But, you can decide not to be and you can move on if you choose. The higher management understands if you simply want to move on. Some do and they go to the afterlife to live in peace with their relatives and loved ones."

Spencer thought for a long moment, "So what will happen if I choose yes?"

"Well you will be returned to your body and live a full life and when you die, you will be the new reaper."

"…that's it?"

"Well there are a few things…. One you will be my apprentice. I'll teach you the ropes and I have to be around to make sure you live a full life since that's the deal. Two, you will not tell anyone about this. Finally, when I say not to do something, LISTEN TO ME. There have been reapers in the past that have made stupid mistakes."

"Like what?"

"The dinosaurs were one thing…that took forever to clean up from what I heard about it. The black plague…and…well there are plenty of small things but not too bad."

Spencer stared at him.

"Look even reapers can make mistakes."

Spencer smiled, "Well…I can't just leave my mom on earth alone…." After a long moment, Spencer sighed.

"Alright, I'll do it."

The man smiled, "Great! So for now on call me Dave."

"I do have one question."

"Sure."

"So…no black cloak, scythe, or face of a skull?"

Dave gave him a cold look, "How many of you are going to ask that. Every soul I reap, they ask that stupid question. The answer is NO. The whole dark look came out of one of the reapers in the past that liked to show off. The look stuck for some reason."

Spencer snickered. "Oh ha ha…anyway I have to send you back."

Dave faded away, along with the city and everything else.

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Spencer woke up in a small hospital bed with his team mates sitting all around him. "Oh Spence thank God your ok."

Everyone was so happy that Spencer would pull through just fine. As they talked to him, Spencer saw Dave standing in the corner smiling.

So it wasn't a dream…oh boy….

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