"Clement? Father Clement?"
Those are the first words I hear when I return. When the faintest glimmer of awareness flutters into my mind.
"Wake up, Father. It's begun." A woman's voice. "Wakey wakey, eggs and bakey." Brigid's voice. That's what I hear.
Instinctively, I open my eyes. This happens at the same moment I realize I shouldn't have eyes to open because they were smashed in by a rock.
But it doesn't seem to matter. I see Brigid staring down at me, silhouetted against a bright blue sky.
"There you are!" she says. "Welcome back!"
I close my eyes, then open them again. I feel light-headed. Light-bodied, too. As if a weight has been lifted.
"How long was I out?" Looking at the brightness of the sky, I try to guess what time of day it is. Just after sunrise, maybe?
