You have one minute.
The light inched towards him. He stepped back as it crept towards his feet, and tripped back onto the chair behind him. As he stumbled, he reached back and caught sight of more blue out of the corner of his eye; somehow, the light had managed to circle behind him. He was surrounded. Crouching on top of the seat, he looked towards the vendor who stood paused next to the stand, holding the tongs up and still wearing his lopsided grin. When he spoke this time, though, the usual cheeriness was replaced with a hollow monotone: “You have thirty seconds”.
The temperature dropped. Kepa looked down and watched the bronze legs of the park bench beneath him change to blue. As soon as it touched the toe of his boot, a dark fog clouded his vision. He could not see anything and he could not move his feet. There was no more light, not more people and, which bothered him more than the rest, no more Ellie. And it was freezing. Then he saw it, from deep within the gloom, a red light burned. Numb with the cold, he reached out towards it, willing its warm light closer. As it approached, its curves and contours slowly came into focus. He gazed at it curiously as a familiar shape began to form but just before he could make it out, it began to fade, shrinking into the distance and blurring into a glowing red blob. Finally, it faded to nothing, taking its light, its meaning, and his memory. All he knew was that it felt as though he was falling upwards.
“Kepa. Kepa, can you hear me? Kepa, you’re home”.