The story of Rodwell Richards' death and "rebirth" into a parallel dimension, opened my mind to questions about humanity's place in the multiverse of space. This story's author, Richard Bunning, has faithfully recorded for me many of the vivid memories I "inherited", along with Rodwell's donated heart. My eyes have long failed me, but Rodwell's story never dims. As my time here draws to a close, I feel that I owe it to this world to leave a record of Rodwell's adventure for all to read. One won't get a glimpse of Heaven, nor thankfully Hell, though one might gain some hope of a long road yet to be travelled when faithful hearts stop beating. Of course humans are just humans, even with the gift of "rebirth": imperfect souls one and all. We see into a world as corrupted and divided as our own, as we share Rodwell's struggle to overcome terrorists, and police who have him labelled with murder. The struggles of a migrant across space and time, have a resonance with the fears of any new citizen immersed in an unfamiliar culture.
Enjoy this story as a fairy-tale, speculative fiction, or whatever you choose. As is yours, my mind is my only truth.
Arther Fieldman, Carlton Heath, Nethertown, Lincolnshire.
