The man who punched him smirked; his face covered with wickedness. "You give me a bloody nose, I give you one." He said in a Russian accent.
The man grabbed him and had his arm around Raphael's neck. Raphael try to get the man's strong arm off of his neck but the man squeezed him even tighter.
Struggling to breathe, Raphael kicked another man that was fidgeting in Raphael's pocket. He pulled something of the pocket. It was the earpiece that was connected to Denella's device. She must have forgotten to take it off since she didn't want Raphael to mess around in her problem. He could hear her speaking; the panic ringing in her voice.
He had to get out from where he was and get Judy to safety. He felt so lightheaded and the room was spinning. He couldn't breathe.
His eyes shut and his mind filled with a scenery. It was like he was having one of those visions you had before you took your last and final breath. There were hills carpeted in the greenest grass. The sky was painted in a baby blue and there were a few white cotton balls soaring by. The wind hurried through the tall, luscious grass and blew in Raphael's hair as he stood on a hill watching the birds glide in the wind. There were many butterflies fluttering by with their frail but colourful wings. It was so peaceful.
"Raphael." Said a soft, sweet female voice from behind him.
He turned around and smiled. "Mom? You're here."
"Yes, my sweet Raphael. I'm here, and I'll always be here with you." She smiled as she put one of her hands on his cheek. Slowly, her body drifted away in the wind.
"Wait, Mom. Don't go." he begged as his eyes began to fill with tears, but it was too late; for she was nowhere to be seen.
In the distance, Raphael could see another person. They were calling for help. Their soft, calm voice rang in his ears.
"Help, somebody help me." They said as they stood on the hill, their legs devoured in the grass.
Raphael squinted and tried to make out who it was. They looked perfectly fine to him. Nothing was wrong. As the person continued to cry out for help, he finally recognized the voice. It was Denella.
"Help, please, help me." Denella begged. "Raphael, aren't you going to come and save me? I need you."
The image of Denella faded away. Just like Raphael's mom, Denella's body glided away. Raphael closed his eyes and listened to the birds chirping their beautiful songs that you could listen to all day long. The wind continued to scurry by.