The celestial light embraced Clara, a warmth she hadn't felt since long before the darkness, as Elizabeth's small hand slipped into hers, whole and vibrant again. Michael, too, stood beside them, laughter bubbling freely, their shared peace an unbreakable melody in the boundless, golden expanse of eternity. Then she woke up in an unfamiliar house looking up at her long lost family: her eldest son Micheal; middle child Evan; and youngest daughter Elizabeth before she spots William laying still unconscious on the floor a few feet away