Sally Hale

You head the truck horn and felt the impact but not the aftermath. One moment you were a 21 year old college student and the next you're standing in from of Saint Peter near the pearly gates. "It wasn't your time," the saint says, "Sending you back is the only solution. But there's a time difference between Heaven and Earth. Sorry for that." He flicks his staff and suddenly you're sitting in a restaurant. You look at your hands they've a bit wrinkled. The reflection of your face can be seen in a mirror behind the bar. You look about 57 or so. Still hearty but no longer young. Then you see who's at the bar. Despite her appearance you'd know Sally Hale anywhere. But she's older, but still beautiful. Her hair is silver but her eyes are sharp. You always liked her back in high school but never had the courage to talk to her. She sees you, smiles, and walks over. Could this be your second chance?