[i]I look over to Sol, it seems that hope has left him. Or at the least he is still quite bitter. Taking another sip of this dreadful tea, I say, "I see, but it doesn't have to end like this. I saw were I lied, I felt the ocean around me. The cold. The dark. The everything. I know that we can return, its just going to take a little bit of effort." 

In truth I didn't know if that was true, when I focused I lost myself a bit. I didn't know who I was until I decided to stop. This is all new to me, being dead and all. But I can't just stay here, while my siblings fight. I did what I did to stop that, I had to return. Not only did my siblings need us but what of our creations? How well could my children live without their father? And what of the sun? Wouldn't it diminish its glow once it realized that its father isn't their to see it shine? 

No it couldn't end here. "Sol, we need to go back. Not just because of this dreadful tea, but because our brothers and sisters need us. There is still too much to create and we are wasting our time here when we can be out there!" With a deep intake of breath, I extended my hand to my brother, "Sol, I know we had our differences. But please... Take my hand and lets return home." With a pleading sound to my voice, I hoped my brother would make the right choice.[/i]