This is taken from my WIP called,  Through The Eyes Of Another.

Marty may be home, but what home is he talking about? That is the question....

With a violent jerk, Kirk bolted up. He drew in great gulps of air. “Marty? Steven?”  With his eyes wide, he panted, looking around. “I think I was . . . dead.”

Marty blinked. He glanced at Steven, then the burning car. Sirens whined in the distance. Dizziness gripped him, he sagged and fell forward, spiraling down, down through cold blackness. Images flew passed, but they sped by so quick he couldn't make them out.  The walls of the dark tunnel suddenly narrowed until he was literally squeezed through. He must have fainted because when he came to, he was lying on a soft mattress.

I'm home.