Seeking to forget makes exile all the longer; the secret of redemption lies in remembrance.
- Richard Von Weizsaecker.

One does not simply wake up after death. That was what Boromir believed but today proves how wrong he was.
Not only does he feel disgusted with himself and his actions, he wakes up in a world that is not his own. Having been picked up by two musicians, will Boromir be able to find his redemption here? Or will his fear and self doubt take him?

Our people, our people. I would have would have followed you, my brother… my captain… my king.
- Boromir

(Note: Although this fic does have moments of comedy, it also looks at the theme of redemption so there will be serious moment.)