Weightlessness overwhelms the soul as it’s carried to the above. But an angel’s job is not as smooth as one may think. Sometimes the living cannot accept the death of their loved ones and a tug-of-war begins between the angel, the deceased, and the living.

Rita is the passenger on today’s trip to the above, Death gave her the ticket, and her guardian angel had validated it, but her husband left down on Earth would not let Rita go so easily, he grabbed her vessel, shook it viciously, trying anything to wake her up.

Rita’s soul was propelled back and forth between her life and now. None of it occurs in chronological order.

She saw herself standing in the mirror wearing her dress, getting ready for her wedding, her face aglow with warmth and excitement.

She saw her hand reaching for her doll as her mother called her for dinner. Nostalgia and joy vibrated through her being as the doll fell to the ground with a thump.

The angel was desperate now, grabbing Rita by her wrists forcing her out of her husband’s grip. Rita was acutely aware of this, but she was lost in the sea of memory, drowning in her husband’s grasp.

Her hand rubbed the stinging of her cheek the first time her husband struck her. And a pain began seeping through her spirit.

Confusion and fear took over her peace as her angel yelled out in frustration as she slipped from his hands.

“Rita, you need to fight it!” The angel spoke with an echoey tongue.

A ray of light smashed through the ceiling surrounding the angel, Rita, and the man refusing to let go. It spoke no words as it wrapped it’s light under the arms of the angel, helping it lift Rita further and further away.

Rita stared at the door with a glass of red in her hand waiting for her husband to return. She was determined, this time she would speak her mind, she would tell him where to go, and laugh as she demanded a divorce. But the door opened and she found herself smiling away greeting the man as he kicked off his shoes and loosened his tie with his red-knuckled hands.

Rita stares down at the man wrestling with her body, screaming at her to wake up to “avoid the light” but the light surrounds her and its intensity hugs her like a warm bath. The light is hers, and she lets it take her as she ignores the screaming and welcomes the sounds of harps summoning her to the gates of the above.