I was taken ill with a bullet in my heart and declared dead at Tonbridge
Wells hospital at noon on the 9th of Feb 2006. A Post mortem was carried
out.
Afterwards my system manager noticed my signal had ceased, he then
re-assembled my body and I returned to life and went home.
I left the hospital at 6 pm and took the train, during the journey huge
explosions and balls of fire rocked the train and one was so close that it
lit up the train and all in its light were va****ised with one huge scream
as
they all died together.
That is what being ET means.
--
Chris
http://www.chrisspages.co.uk
