Judas was unconscious, but he could sense someone, or something, talking. The words were just out of reach, and in between each sentence there was what felt like a great rush of air. He imagined a gigantic set of bellows being pushed together by two giants, each trying to push harder than the other. He opened his eyes and looked out on to a green world. His body ached, and his head felt like he was wearing a fully-grown sheep on each side of it. Slowly the sounds of the world caught up with him; he remembered where he was, and what he was doing. Try telling the guy next to you at the bar that you are flying north in a huge leather bag held by a flight of angels wearing a funky pair of green-lensed sunglasses. Well, that was where he was, and that was what he was doing.
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