Alan Forthite opened his eyes and was met with blinding light. His head felt extraordinarily heavy on his shoulders, and he had to exert considerable effort to not let it lull about in place. He raised his hand to rub at his aching temples.  That’s when he remembered that he was dead. I was sitting ...

PART 1 The silver ‘98 Corolla ran a steady 80 miles per hour up Highway 93. Mountainous terrain rose and fell in dreamlike randomness. Scott and Tony were five days into their trip and had hiked two smaller trails on their way to White Mountain. Scott felt the itch to be out of the car ...