“I am alone in a dark hospital room, after a plane crash.……”
He was sobbing on the bed, surrounded by monitors to keep his physical state in check, and the therapist sitting besides him with a calm expression.
“Come out of it. That lifetime has ended. You are fine now. Digging into this past life explains your claustrophobia.”
Patrick gradually opened his eyes, and saw the people around him. He was alive. He was back from the hinterland of soul memories, and it was not all beautiful.