Maybelle slowly turned her head as she heard a clatter and a neatly trimmed brow rose at the man before her. Actually he looked like a man who was far younger than she felt that she’d ever been. She let out a sigh, and shook her head. “What do you mean can’t go back?” Her hands were still placed on her hips, and that brow was still rose.
She eyed him for a moment. His way of dressing was far off from what Maybelle was used to. Where was his suit and why hadn’t he slicked back his hair? That was just odd, way too odd.
“So, where exactly is here? Why can’t we go anywhere and what is that?” Her face twisted into slight disgust as something crawled over the desk grabbing up a fish. The little grey thing stuck it in its mouth, looked back and forth between the two of them with a slight growl before it scurried off once again.
“I’ve died haven’t I and this isn’t heaven is it?” Maybelle closed her eyes, letting out a long breath as she reached up to run a hand over her forehead while she thought for a moment.