“If I survive, can I go home?”

“Where is home, Jacob? Is there really something called home? Or can it be where you chose it to be?” The man said.

“I... I don’t understand.”

“Don’t worry, you will soon.”

Jacob lay on the bed, silently crying. He knew he would die soon, even though he was only eleven.

Light slowly faded into dark. Jacob couldn’t see. He couldn’t breath. He was dead.