We're told our past deeds and misdeeds are part of the trajectory of a fictional work (an intervening God?), and thereby not our fault or intention.
Yet we're given a stipend to survive (physical lure to root us to the half-between).
Some go quickly, but some stay for ages.
Are we absolutely sure that this isn't Purgatory? Or even the realm of Those that Stood for Nothing? I've never been to either, but I've heard stories. Drunk stories that ended in tears, but stories, and this smacks of their brand of head games. This realm is fictional too, right? I've heard it's been pulling people from its own timeline. I don't know how to explain the people that go away and come back (Dropkicked by Heaven - ooooh, now there's a band name for you punk rockers).
Hi, everyone. My name's Georgina. Shorten that however you see fit; I know it's a mouthful. Sorry about the above, but I'm in a state of freaking out and my boss isn't answering my summons his phone, so I guess he's not here either. Which hey! My boss isn't here either! Party in the USA! But it's leaving me a little fried.
I need a drink. Who do I have to smile at around here for one of those teeth-rotting mocha lattes? I haven't been to New York in a while but I know those can't just be a Seattle thing...