choking the blood to your brain,
ringing in your ears over and over as you put it to yourself.
- ''The question.'' - Yes, Bill.
''The question.''
The question.
Am l going to die ?
[ Regular Voice ] Yes.
Am l dreaming this ?
Are you a dream ?
l'm not a dream.
You're coming to take me ?
What is that ?
And who the hell are you ?
You are--
Yes ?
Who am l ?
Death.
You're Death ?
Yes.
- Death. - That's me.
You're not Death. You're just a kid in a suit.
The suit came with the body l took.
Let me ask your opinion.
Do l blend in ?