To The Bottom of the sea.

I woke up in a bed in a very strange looking hospital room, with what looked something like an old coal furnace in the corner. There was a doctor with a British accent looking over me. The doctor told me that I was to get another liver transplant. From the British accent I inferred that I had been flown to England for this operation.

\Then Meg came into the room and I noticed something very odd about her behavior around the doctor; she seemed much to familiar with him. The doctor left the room. Meg came close to my bed, looked into my eyes and told me that she was in love with this British doctor. She hadn’t loved me for the past ten years. How was it possible that you had not noticed? Then she left.

I suspected that something nefarious was going on. I was not in a legitimate hospital. I was in some special hospital run by this doctor who did liver transplants for money. I was not in England, but rather on a barge floating in the English channel. Worse, the doctor did not plan on giving me another liver. He was planning on taking my liver and giving it to someone else, a retired Englishman around my own age. I had had my chance with liver transplantation and it was time to give this English guy a chance. I could somehow see the English guy with his wife who was crying and begging the doctor to give his husband a transplant. She was angry with me, saying I had had my chance and know it was her husbands chance. He an average but good man, a working man who had worked hard and was too young to die. She cried and begged the doctor to save her husband.

Take my liver? Oh No! I suddenly realized what the furnace in the corner was. It was not a furnace at all. It was a tube that led out of the bottom of the barge to the bottom of the sea. What the doctor planned on doing was taking my liver and disposing of my body.

I found myself floating in a bubble, Some sort of clear embryonic bubble. The bubble was actually two bubbles stuck together In the other bubble was the Englishman. He and I were in a struggle for possession of my liver. He was trying to reach through his bubble into mine, and I was trying to push him back. We fought this way for a long time.

I found myself inside a single bubble now, but I was not me. I was the Englishman. And I was no longer a man but a baby. I was being born, or rather reborn with my new liver. The bubble burst and I fell out into the world. I new that if the Englishman was being born that I was dead.

I felt my body being put inside a box. I felt them put the box into the tube, and my body drop down, down to the bottom of the sea. Please, not inside a box. Inside a box my body will never be found. My body will not go back to nature as it should. My body would rot inside this box at the bottom of the sea. For a long time I had the experience of being nside the box at the bottom of the sea. i. It was absolutely dark and terribly cold. It was utterly terrifying.