No one was quite sure how happened
No one was quite sure how he was even alive, it went against any and everything; against science, against god for those who believed there was one, most people called him a demon, a sin against God, but he was no sin, not to Adam anyway.
[ Sometime in August 1981. ]
He and Adam were chilling on the sofa in the living area - some Television show playing in the background - Mike looked over to Adam, watching the tv with a bored expression a beer in his hand.
"Hey, can you let me have a sip?" Whenever he wanted something he had to ask, he tried to reach himself but the hands he felt phased right through the can, through any physical objects for that matter. Adam nodded his head with a slightly awkward smile and put his can up to Mikes' lips.
He took a few gulps and his mind lingered on the thought that Adams spit had been on that can while he drank from it, a drop rolled down his chin and Adam wiped it away with his sleeve; they hadn't been able to perform in a while, not since this whole thing happened, they kept it hidden from the media - telling them that mike was in the hospital for something - at least until they could figure out what the fuck was going on.
the thing was mike felt his body, he felt his hands and his legs, his soul was still attached to his body,m giving him this feeling... but the physical body wasn't, severed at the head one night he woke up like this, watching his own body walk away from him, he watched it turns back and could have sworn it was looking at him, eyes without a face, body without a head.
that was a few months ago now, and mike knew, his body was out there somewhere, he could keep it moving, touching things, he could feel the connection grow weaker every day though and with every passing day, he grew more and more depressed, more and more doubtful.
