Chapter 3March 2011. The third time Mike died and came back, he had just watched a cat get hit as it crossed the road. The cat would not come back to life, though Mike would try to save it. And by the end of the day, Mike would lead his final regeneration.
It was early dawn, the sun not yet casting anything beyond a purple glow over the horizon, when Mike heard the crash. He rushed to his window with enough time to see a taxi that sped away from the building in the direction of the train station. A black cat was lying in the street, dying. Mike knew that feeling, and immediately rushed down his building stairs. He was only in his floral robe, his T-shirt and boxer pajamas underneath, but it did not matter. Mike would come.
Mike rose every morning at five in order to pray at his makeshift
