Second Time Around

I opened my eyes in a dark forest. How did I get here? What was I doing here? Where were my clothes?  Everything was blank.  I got up, found my way out the of the woods and started to walk down the street.

The car stopped behind me. Someone got out and said, “Do you need help?”

I turned and looked at her.

She came closer and gave me her coat.

 “No it can’t be.”

“What?”

“Cass.”

“I don’t know.”

“It can’t be. You’ve been dead for ten years.”

I remembered asking to come back, so much left to do.