Light

Inside some cabin no one knows. The cabin looks clean. Filled with some fruits, lovely portraits, Bible collections and pictures.

Pictures of a man who is with his family. On amazing places such as the beach, the mountains. A figure passes by those pictures. A hooded figure. Holding a hot pan, having boiled something from it. Placing it back on the stove, he removes the lid, smelling the soup. His noise, loving the smell before he puts a wooden spoon onto it, stirring it.

While stirring it, a woman in his bed. Looks wounded, next to the body, bullets having been extracted from the body.

Mary, having been bandaged and her wounds closed up, slowly wakes up, groaning from how she's feeling from her recovery. Her vision still a bit blurred, she wipes her eyes.

Looking around, inside a room, but it isn't her room. Someone else's. Along with the fact that she can smell something from it. It smells really good before looking at a hooded figure there.

She jumps, immediately freaking out seeing some hooded figure next to her. Sensing how she's feeling, he reassures her. "Relax my dear... you're safe now. Those bad people won't get you anymore." Sounds good for her. She looks around before looking under. Noticing bullets. The same bullets she's been hit from.

"You got lots of wounds and bullet holes around your body. Thankfully it took me the whole day to remove them. The hardest one was your chest. Didn't want it to cause more pain in your heart. Once they were out, I decided to tend to your other wounds. They may have been closed up but ever since you fell on that waterfall, they opened up once again. So I took care of it before they could become infected." His voice, he sounds, really calm and kind. Like he shows no harm. He's willing to help.

"How... how long have I been out?" She asks. Trying to get her mind right.

Having put the soup on the bowls, he takes a look at her. Now allowing Mary to see him in a clear view. "Two weeks. You've been out for two weeks. For two weeks you actually slept well. Like a cute little puppy."

Looking at the hooded figure, he looks like the one Joseph described to her when he was still alive. And seeing him now in his kind personality, bringing back some memories, and even going through a denial. Even thinking as he comes to her with the bowl if she's alive or dead.

Sitting besides her before pointing the bowl in front of her. "Chicken and sweetcorn soup. Your favourite soup." She feels unsure about it.

"Don't worry, take it. I know you'll love it." She slowly reaches her hand to the bowl. With that in her hand, she takes a slow slurp. Tasting it, just like how she loves the soup during her time eating in Chinese buffets and takeaways with Joseph. So good, she looks at the hooded figure.

"How is this?" He smiles, even if she cannot see it from his mask.

"It's okay, go ahead. It's yours." She continues taking more slurps from the bowl. Enjoying the soup in a passionate manner without rushing through it.

The hooded figure next to her watches in happiness as he sees Mary enjoying her soup. Still halfway through, the figure interrupts her.

"So you must be Mary?" She looks at him in confusion. Unsure how he knew about her.

"Your friend Joseph... he told me all about you." The hooded figure, she finally met him. Right in front of her eyes.

Everything Joseph said, that he saw a hooded figure who would meet the person first before going into the world, that's him now, along with a soup Mary dearly loves.

"Joseph?" He laughs.

"Joseph... ever since he came to our world, you've changed. Not for the better. You remained stuck in your grief, your loneliness and by seeing it, made us feel sad. But we chose not to lose hope. We wanted to make sure that you were able to find the Light. To finally see the world you wanted to be in. To see him again. In fact, your friend missed you dearly." Making her feel teary eyed. She puts the bowl down as she turns her attention back to the hooded figure.