Frank Arazia felt his body sink deep into the mattress of the queen-size bed. As the soft sheets and the sturdy cedar frame embraced him, his body tingled with comfort.

Am I really alive right now? The middle-aged man stared up at the ceiling blankly. Is this really happening?

The journey from the hospital to Phileas' abode had not done anything to convince Frank that he really hadn't died in the basement of the Zexaron building. From the surface level of ...