He was Ramon Espejo...

He could feel no moisture against his skin, no air, no breeze, no heat or cold. Nor did he seem to be resting on anything solid. Apparently, his first impression had been correct. He was floating, trapped in darkness, held in place...

He wasn't breathing...

He was dead

He was dead and floating on a vast dry sea that stretched away to eternity in all directions...

Had his heart been beating, it would have stopped then in terror as memory returned.

He remembered now. And maybe dying and being Hell would have been better