He stole the car. He stole the car and crashed it into the fence and died and went to heaven and came back because it wasn‚Äôt his time or because there wasn‚Äôt enough room there or in the other place. Whatever the reasons he was to come back, was Tom ‚ÄúBopper‚Äù Keys.
‚ÄúYou will find it all rather difficult I‚Äôm afraid. Going back will be confusing, but we‚Äôve decided that, as most of this was our fault, we‚Äôre going to remove your sense of fear as a bonus‚Äù, explained his rather forlorn and embarrassed spirit guide, no name no pack drill.
‚ÄúOh, righto, no worries then, cheers‚Äù, replied Tom looking from purgatory into the world and not seeing much that surprised him, ‚ÄúIs it working yet?‚Äù
‚ÄúNo, not yet, it won‚Äôt start working until you‚Äôre back on earth.‚Äù
Boom, there he was, inside a box, under the ground, with only foetid air. He was returned again but not born again.
‚ÄúBugger it,‚Äù he considered as he began scratching languorously as his new ceiling panel, ‚ÄúBugger it, this is going to take some time,‚Äù he continued.
‚ÄúYou‚Äôre not afraid though, are you?‚Äù Queried his spirit guide.
‚ÄúNo, no I‚Äôm not. Right-ho. No worries then‚Äù, and he continued to dig his way out patiently.