Passing Words: Eric Dane and All Those Who Have Lost Their Abilities and Lives to a Condition or Injury

The soul was shown to a side entrance where, before it could ask some clarifying questions, another soul rushed by at the speed of light, pausing to give it some clothing before sprinting off in a blur. "Messenger," the angel explained. "One of our most noble and notable teams." The soul was in awe of the blurs that seemed to be everywhere at all times. "Only the lightest, most joyful of hearts can reach these impossible speeds; really, for an eternal assignment, this is one of the best." The soul looked sad for a moment, and simply nodded. "Welcome to the team," the angel whispered, and the soul looked at it as if "crazy" would not suffice as a label. "Welcome," the angel said again and, this time, the soul realized that it was wearing the uniform and had the most urgent and euphoric urge to run. "The esteemed role of divine messenger can only be held by one who lost the ability to walk in life. I'm told flying is for losers who can't handle it." And the soul would've cried (in shock, in relief, and in gratitude), but its heart was in motion and its feet were already following.