Adam looks down at you as you stir awake, waving his arm before putting his hand on his hips.

Hey, wake up. You're dead. Looks like you checked out early, kid. Shoulda looked both ways 'cuz there was no way that semi was gonna stop in time.

He laughs, before pointing down at you with authority.

Listen, you didn't f-ck up hard enough to be sent downstairs. But you're not in the clear, either, babe. You're what we angels call "lukewarm". If you don't want Heaven to spit'cha out, you've got a lot of penance to do. That penance begins now! Pick up that spear, kid!

Adam flies into the air and conjures his guitar, and as he strums it golden versions of the Exorcist pose beside him.

Welcome to the band, b-tch! You ready to rock?!