I was working in a coffee shop in an airport somewhere futuristic. My sister and her husband were waiting at the rocket launch site for me to get off of work and join them on their trip to the Bahamas. I finish work and realize I need to grab something from my other shop, a sexy shoe store downtown. I jump in the air travel tube and shoot over there, for some reason I'm dressed like a hooker. I grab what I needed and shoot back over to the coffee shop. A man comes in, waving a knife at the baristas. In a courageous act, I try grabbing the knife and it slices my hand. The man stabs me in the chest and I start bleeding out.
*End Scene*
Next I wake up, in a gray looking pant-suit, lying on what seems like a table. There are people all around me. I can hear them but I can't see their faces. I began to realize this was my funeral.
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