Who: Death, Gladys, and OPEN What: Playing in the park, apparently When: Monday, mid-morning Where: Central Park
After a series of trial-and-error experiments, most of which had involved Death losing the cleanliness of his shirts, he had determined that Glady's favorite area of Central Park was one of the large sandboxes in the Wild West playground. He was not a particularly odd sight, sitting on the edge, the small child effectively fenced in by his feet, his smile adoring. Gladys giggled and gurgled, slapping her tiny hands down on the sand with unrestrained glee. Death noticed, with guarded amusement, the fleeting glances and smiles of other parents - women, mostly, though one man had seemed interested, as well. It felt good to be back to normal again, he was feeling remarkably healthy for someone who had just returned from the bowels of Hell. Gladys giggled and began to chew on his trouser leg, Death leaned down to pick her up and set her on top of his right leg, pressing a kiss to her cheek. She promptly began to squirm and reach for the ground and Death let out a little happy sigh before setting her back down. His expression was absolutely and unconditionally adoring. What a difference an uneventful Easter Sunday made!