Make the most of your life (While it is rife)

A Second Chance, Finney's Dance.

Finney Blake woke up at 5.17am on the 7th of September 2021. This should not be a problem. However this is a problem, because the last thing Finney remembers was walking out of The Grabbers basement on the 11th of December.

He checked the date on his phone again, and it hadn't changed. It still read the as the 7th of September, the only thing that had changed was the time, which now read 5.19. Was it all a dream? Or better yet was it all just some crazy nightmare that his subconscious had conjured? If it was maybe Finney should see the counsellor.

It wasn't real. That was the only explanation. Finney felt a great relief shoot through him, the basement wasn't real.. that stupid black phone wasn't real... none of the kidnappings were real. Which meant that the boy's were alive. Billy was fine and probably due to drop of the morning papers in an hour. Griffin was still at home, and most likely still asleep. Bruce was alive, and was most likely at home. Vance was doing whatever Vance did at this hour. And Robin.

Robin was fine, Robin was alive. Finney would get to see him again. That idea filled Finney with great relief, he truly thought that the phone call was the last time he was going to hear from Robin. But now, life would go on as normal. He would get to see Robin pretty much everyday till they moved away from this town, he wouldn't have to live in fear of always looking over his shoulder. Finney was ecstatic at the idea. But then any and all feelings of joy were crushed by a familiar ringing.

Oh no.

The black dial up rang. Then it rang again. And again. And again.

All Finney could do was look at it. It was still ringing. It was looking at him, mocking him for even thinking he was free. The ringing continued. Finney stood up from his bed, was it his bed? God it had felt like it, he truly though that he was home. But now he looked at his surroundings, he was in a white room. Was this purgatory?

It must be hell, if that phone was there. Maybe this was Finney's punishment for killing The Grabber, he knew that killing someone was like the number one rule that shouldn't be broken on the 10 commandments, but he was certainly not thinking of that when he killed The Grabber. But why had God let him have his phone if this was a punishment?

Then again Gwen always said that God worked in mysterious ways. The phone was still ringing. Maybe he had to answer it to find out what his fate was? But what if he didn't pick it up, what was God going to do then? Was he just going to leave Finney in this plain white room for eternity?

But if being in that basement had taught him anything, it was that he should probably answer the phone. So Finney Blake, approached The Black dial up.

He placed his shaking hand onto the phone, and with all the courage he could muster, picked it up.

"Hello?" Finney practically whispered into the phone.

"Finney!" A voice exclaimed. A very a familiar voice. A voice that Finney hadn't heard in almost two years.

"Mom?" Finney mustered out through his throat which felt as if he had swallowed a million pieces of glass.

"Hi sweetie." The voice of Finnely Blake came through the phone. Finney felt like he was going to implode.

'Mom? What's going on? What's happening? Am I dead?" Finney sputtered out, wanting something to hold onto. He would've probably kept sputtering, if it hadn't bee for the gentle shushing on the other side of the phone.

"Shh." His mother said calmingly. "I'm going to explain everything." Finney desperately hoped it was true.

"Finney, you know how you're special?" His mom started with.