A man lay on the filthy ground of a cave on a hidden island. He blinked. He moved his fingers. He finally looked around him. Was this Hell? He hadn't the faintest idea. He knew this place. It wasn't Hell. It was the same sad Earth he's always known. Bloody Hell, he was alive! He managed to stand. He felt across his chest where an open wound once was...a bullet hole. It was gone. He felt nothing. His mind whirled with fear. He walked into the moonlight to find himself as a skeleton. "Damn it all" he said to himself, "I wanted death or life and I can't get either"! A monkey squeeked...he looked to see the monkey holding a cold coin on a chain. The man held out his hand and the monkey climbed to his shoulder. The man spoke, in a quiet tone,
"Now, Jack, suppose we give this another go, eh?"