s l i p p i n g a w a y

The last thing I remember was my body hitting the ground. I open my eyes to see a blinding white light, and then he's standing there.
Newt.
And he was smiling. He looked as if he was the happiest boy alive; like he had never been broken.
"Welcome to heaven, Tommy," smirked Newt, "took you long enough to get here."