"What are you guys? What am I?" My voice sounds different; I can't pin point why. I am not scared though, in fact, I feel a strange tranquility. The green eyed one lets out a genuine laugh. "Why, we're immortals. And so are you. That crash didn't kill you. So it preserved you. You are damned like the rest of us now." "Oh, don't listen to him," The beautiful red haired one sighs. "We aren't damned. We're simply bored. And it's just so convenient that you've come along now."