A bright light was stabbing at Flynn's eyelids, a dull throbbing hammering him between his eyes. As he awoke mentally, much faster than his body, he was aware that the throbbing was dying. It was slowly replaced by beautiful notes; a bubbly, vivacious melody that drifted sweetly to Flynn's ears. Whoever was singing it- Flynn could only tell it was a man's voice was, whether they knew it or not, waking Flynn from his slumber.
Groggily, Flynn wrenched open his eyes, staring up at a shining gold ceiling, with a sunroof gazing up into cerulean blue sky. Literally, it was shining. Flynn had to squint from the rays the metal was giving off.
The plush fabric beneath him cushioned Flynn, almost making him want to return to sleep, but nevertheless, he clung to his consciousness. After a few moments of staring into the sky, appreciating the song he heard all around him, Flynn remembered: going to the Mall of America, fighting off Delilah Hayden, daughter of Hecate, and Prospero, her own h