Flynn stepped from the shower, slipping on fresh clothes,he found in the drawers in one of the old bedrooms before stepping out. "Hey Ging." He smiled, "Ugh, yeah. There should be some." He made his way over towards the bedroom he called his own before plopping down on the bed. Within minutes he was asleep.
It was warm, comfortable, almost peaceful. "Welcome back." His eyes flickered open, he was back in the cloudy heaven-like place he was just at a few minutes before. Emma stood a few feet in front of him. "No..am I dead again!?" He questioned, almost snapping. "No," Emma laughed, "You died. You come here now when you sleep because your soul is drawn here." She smiled. "Oh.." Flynn replied. "You look nice with those.." she stated. "With what..?" He turned, seeing black, wings connected to his back. "You liar, I am dead!" He yelled, "no" she laughed again, "You are an angel..sort."
"How..with all that I did.?" She smiled at his question, "Anyone can be forgiven."

His wings