The first thing she knew was a feeling of nothing- the type of nothing that feels like a weight, pushing you down and forcing your breath out. She thought to herself, feeling anything would be better than this. The second thing she knew was the searing pain coming from everywhere. Inside and out, she burned and ached. She thought to herself, I take that back. The third thing she knew were the cool hands gripping her forearms, the mostly collected voice saying words her mind couldn’t quite understand yet, calming the pain and dragging her from the nightmare of the recent past. And the fourth- the last- thing she knew was that she was dead, as she opened her eyes and stared at her white-eyed reflection in the shades on the suited young man in front of her. -x- Once she had woken up into the afterlife of the dreambubbles, Dave backed away, giving the obviously distressed girl some air. “I- am I really- really dead?” She asked shakily. She pushed herself up from laying down on the grass of Dave’s momeoryscape slowly, obviously trying to collect herself. “‘Fraid so,” He replied, offering her a hand and a slight smile- that was more an upturn of one corner of his mouth- that he hoped was reassuring. “Welcome to the club.” “You are too?” She asked, taking Dave’s cool hand and letting him help her to her feet. He nodded. “Stabbed to death by a god-dog-tentacle-stabbed-bird-clown. And I thought I was gonna god tier, too… but no, a stupid coin flip had to make an offshoot timeline for me, and then I couldn’t do it, and here I am. Shit sucks, I swear, as soon as I woke up here I did a fucking majestic pirouette off the handle of reality and into the land of ‘fuck you.’” By the end of the tangent, she had began to smile a bit herself. Just the way he handled his speech was amusing, and sort of comforting. “Shit, sorry, didn’t mean to go on like that, I’ve just been alone for a long time and I’ve had almost no cantact with people and… fuck I sound like some deaperate douche spilling his guts to some prostitute he picked up off the street for 20 bucks and instead of fucking her started sobbing because- Fuck there I go again.” By the end of that one, she was laughing. “Um, do you want to sit down? I mean- shit- just, don’t wanna keep you standing for hours while I talk your ear off with my bullshit,” Dave said, his usually calm expression breaking into one of slight distress and embarassment for a moment. She smiled. “That would be fine,” she said. -x- “…and so I blew myself and him up so that everyone else could win the session, and now I’m here,” she finished. Dave let out a whistle as he turned his head from the girl on the bench next to him to the forest in front of them. “Pretty heroic of you. I don’t know if I could ever do that. I’m no hero.” “I’m glad I did, though,” she said. “Because they can go on, and I guess I can kind of go on here too.” Dave nodded slightly. “Yeah. It’s sort of like a new begining for all of eternity here. It gets lonely sometimes, though. Time works differently, and space too, so you could go hundreds of years without seeing people who see you every few minutes.” She looked at Dave. “I can stay, if you want. I don’t have anything else here to look for, so I might as well,” she said. Dave looked at the sky, before turning and giving a soft kiss on her cheek. “I’d like that.” -x- ((I’m sorry it’s not that good it didn’t go the direction I wanted it to… but I hope you like it!))