"Who's daddy's little princess?" a voice shouted, from behind John. He turned around and could only think Oh crap. He's my father?
The man must have been over a hundred kilos. He was so fat, he could barely even walk. But that didn't stop him from trying.
All of a sudden, John wanted out of there more than ever. He closed his eyes and prayed that that strange white light would happen again and he'd be transported to another body, a better body. But nothing happened.
Then he was picked up by the father, much to his dismay.
