Santana Lopez died on a Tuesday. There was nothing remarkable about her death. The only mourners at her funeral four days later were the nurses who had cared for her in the final two years of her life. Never married, and with no children, Santana's possessions were donated to Goodwill and the remaining dollars in her bank account left to the home that she'd lived in. There was a short dedication in the local newspaper the week following her death. After that, all that was left as evidence that Santana ever existed at all was a carved stone in a graveyard. Eighty-three years of life and that was all there was to show for it.

In the weeks leading up to her death Santana had started to make less and less sense as she spoke. Anna, the nurse that cared for Santana, had noted that she began to frequently mention three main things – blue eyes, a medal, and songbirds. There was never any explanation behind these topics other than she'd get lost in blue eyes, the medal didn't compare and how songbirds kept singing. Anna put it down to old age and never questioned what it meant. The minds of the elderly are always throwing up odd images, so to her it was nothing new.

Santana didn't talk about anything else, but her mind kept thinking. She had one last thought before she died – she regretted the life she lived, dying alone. She wished she could do it all again. Before she took her final breath, Santana looked out the window of the room that she now called home. On the branch of the tree closest to her window was one single dove. It was singing. Santana noted that the song it was singing was almost as beautiful as the blue eyes she missed so dearly. Santana felt her heart dance to the song. When the dove flew away and the song ended, so did Santana's life.

She came to consciousness in a dark room. In the distance, a single spotlight was shining on a man sitting at a table. As Santana walked closer, she noticed that there was no pain in her joints as she moved. She sprinted towards the man before slowing down again. Her breathing remained steady. She felt as youthful as she did at seventeen. She reached the man at the table and stared at him incredulously. He was a kind faced man with short blond hair. He wore a black suit, white shirt and red tie. He had been smiling as Santana approached and motioned for her to sit down at the single seat on the other side of the table. There was a large, leather bound book between them.

'Ah. Miss Lopez. Pleasure to finally meet you. My name is Dante.'

Santana reached out to shake the hand that was now extended in front of her. 'Who exactly are you?' she asked. 'And where are we?'

'I'm here to grant you your wish,' he said simply. Santana looked confused.

'You're in what those on earth call purgatory. The stopping ground before moving on to the afterlife. Christians believe that this is where you come to be judged before being sent to Heaven or Hell. In reality though, this is where you come to get a second chance. Only those who really wish they could change their life get the chance, so congratulations.'

Santana just stared at him.

'Humans believe you only get one chance at life. That's why they latch onto that 'life's too short' theory so much. That's not true. If you want it enough, you get a second chance. And not only one. You get three.'

'Three?' Santana choked out in surprise.

'That is correct, Miss Lopez. The book in front of you documents every day that you lived on earth, from the moment you were born to the moment you passed away. You can choose three days. You can either go back to these days and relive them purely as they were and continue your life from there, or you can choose to change the outcome. You will only be able to see the most significant scenes of your life whatever you choose. If you choose to change the outcome however I must warn you that there may be drastic consequences. Also, you'll change the lives of those around you, and you may also shorten or extend your own life. The choice is entirely yours.'

Santana was speechless. She knew immediately what day she would return to first. She shouldn't need the other two chances to change her life. She knew where it all went wrong. She knew why she died alone. She wasn't brave enough when she was younger.

'I know the day I want to go back to,' she spoke with complete certainty. She told Dante and he nodded.

'Very well, Miss Lopez. A good choice,' he said before opening the book quite close to the beginning, about a quarter of the way through. 'I wish you luck.'

Then, without warning, he disappeared and everything went black. Gradually, the scene began to materialise around Santana and she couldn't quite believe it. The first and only thing she noticed was the seventeen year old Brittany sitting in a chair in front of her.