From the feel of the balmy air, I could tell that I had arrived in the other plane, I still didn’t know what to call this place or places as they always appeared different, but I knew that this time the place was warmer, and it was nighttime since with my eyes closed, I could see nothing bright. When I opened my eyes, I was shocked to find myself on a beach, the air was sticky, and the smell of the ocean coated everything. Eset was crouched over a body as a woman a few feet away cried her eyes out. The woman was shouting repeatedly. It’s crazy how after closing my eyes for even a few minutes, this is what I see. I know this is not normal, but I’ve experienced it so many times now, and everything seems normal to me. The woman is soaked but she stands there screaming at Eset.

“Save him, please save him sacred one! I can’t live if he is not here with me!”

I could see that Eset was trying to concentrate so I walked over towards the crying woman and guided her further away. She tried to stop me, but I whispered that the man lying there was the focus and Eset needed to be able to concentrate. The woman bit her lip, rested in my arms, and shook as she whimpered quietly.

“Sacred one thank you for not taking him, for letting your beloved save him. I am forever grateful.” She spoke softly.

Take him, what did she mean by that? Where would I take him? Another person called me sacred one and what did she mean my beloved? I wanted to ask all the things burning in my head, but I knew this fragile woman was not in the right state to answer. From afar I watched as Eset laid a towel over the man and moved her hands back and forth hovering over his prone body. I could hear the chanting, but it was faint. It’s ethereal to watch her heal someone, she looks otherworldly. My heart beats so fast and I have to turn away for a second to catch my breath. Suddenly as the man’s chest begins to rise and fall, I notice how my breathing calms. I start to have quick flashes of what I think are memories. I feel more aware of my presence and where I am. There was no block keeping me from understanding what I was seeing or where I was. I recognize a feeling of being whole and strong. I looked back over at Eset and come face to face with the most mesmerizing luminescent green eyes. She was looking right at me, and I didn’t notice, she tilts her head and walks toward me. As I watch her approach, I can see glimpses of Eset, the hints of amber in her green eyes, the strands that are a lighter mahogany. I can’t believe I never noticed the similarities.  I start to speak when she kneels at my feet to the woman crouched below me.

Eset softly says “He will live my dear, but he needs rest. Do not move him, just lay next to him. You will both wake and all will be well.”

The woman cried and bowed, then she ran to her lover and laid down next to him. I figured that meant Eset was not looking at me, she couldn’t see me. So, I was surprised when she rose and stopped right in front of me.

“You look like Dr. Khalifa. Is there a reason for the similar resemblance?” Eset asked.

I was dumbfounded, had she known this the whole time?

“Holy crap! You can see me; you can talk to me. Does that mean you can hear me too?” I asked excitedly.

She smiled with a salacious grin, “Yes, I can, but I couldn’t fully see you before. It seems each time you come to limbo you leave a little more corporeal. I wonder why that is.” She stated.

I was so happy but overwhelmed. I had been waiting for this moment for a long time. What did she mean by limbo, it sounded familiar. I could finally get some answers, and at that moment I could feel a little hope. I silently worried about what this all meant, and whether it would be a good thing.

“Limbo, that’s what this place is called. I think I remember that. I do feel better after each time you heal someone so becoming more corporeal would make sense.” I stated. “I have to ask though, how do you know Husani, would I be right by saying you are the new nurse that works with him at Jefferson Medical?” I asked.

She stared at me, blinked, opened her mouth to speak, and then closed it again. I wanted to laugh. Was she that shocked? Did she really not know or suspect something? She opened her mouth again and softly said.

“Are you Dr. Husani Khalifa? Is that why you look like him?” Eset asked.

I couldn’t wait long to give her an answer. “Yes, I am Dr. Husani Khalifa, for now. I am also someone else, but I have not figured out who I am or who I was before becoming Husani. Although I did not know I looked like him.” I explained hoping she would give me answers.

“So, you are Dr. Khalifa when not here, who are you here?” She asked.

I smirked at her, moved close, and whispered in her ear. “I have no idea; I was hoping you could shine some light on that.”

She looked at me, blinked, and sighed, then she spoke.

“I’m sorry, I am still figuring out who I am. I wouldn’t know anything about you, but you have to be someone special, because you were allowed to enter limbo.” She explained.

Someone special, I moved closer and stated, “I’m guessing not just anyone can enter limbo then?”

She looked at me in contemplation. Licked her lips and sat down.

“No, only the dead and the dying can enter here. It doesn’t look like it, but are you dead or dying?” Eset asked.

“No!” I abruptly stated. “I am not dying or dead. So, who else can enter limbo besides the dead and dying, who are you, why can you enter?” I asked in frustration.

She rested her head back and opened her mouth. “I will tell you everything I know so far. That is all I can do.” She stated. I was about to thank her when she stopped me. “Don’t say anything yet just listen to me. This is limbo as I said before, the dead, the dying, and the gods can enter this place. I am Eset the nurse who works with Dr. Khalifa, whom I assume is you, but I am also the Egyptian deity Isis. I come to limbo to heal people who call me here and I am pretty sure that as I heal others, you are being healed too.” Eset expressed in an overload of information. I needed to take it all in, Isis the goddess! How was that possible? More improbable if I  can enter limbo too and have a strong connection to this woman. I also have been called other names like sacred one, lord of the underworld, resurrected king, and others. Did that mean I was someone extraordinary too, could I be someone who had a connection to the goddess Isis, and if I was then who? Were the names the best answer to revealing this lost detail?

“That is a lot of information you dumped on me,” I stated. “I appreciate you telling me everything and not holding back no matter how crazy or strange it may sound.”

Eset looked at me, “Sorry, I didn’t want to miss anything so just told you quickly.” She clarified.

I laughed, she was so cute, to think this was Isis the goddess! The way she’s described in history does not match this adorable behavior.

“Don’t worry about that. It just took me by surprise. Thank you for telling me. You have no idea how much it means to me to have answers and a place to start looking.” I justified.

She watches me as I evaluate everything I had learned and when I felt satisfied it must have shown on my face because she stood up and walked over to me.

“You never answered my question.” She spoke. “Who are you that you can enter limbo?” She asked.

I winked and smiled mischievously. “I will answer that when we both return from limbo. I have to do more research for that answer.” I skeptically laughed. 

She did not look very happy about that statement and gave me a look, but she smiled.

“Well, then I guess we should return now. No reason to stay here longer and I’m sure people are looking for us. She closed her eyes, took a breath, and before I could stop her or say anything else, she was gone.

“Neat trick.” I muttered.