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WELCOME. EVERYTHING IS BALANCED.
Rey blinked. The bright, cheery green words in front of her soothed the disorientation she felt.
Where am I? She wondered.
She was dressed in jeans and a blue shirt, and was sitting in what looking like a waiting room at a therapist’s. The couch was comfortable, she realised.
Looking at the words again, she smiled. Balanced. That was nice.
A door opened to her left. A kind, smiling older woman peeled out.
“Rey? We’re ready for you now—why don’t you come in?”
Rey smiles timidly back and stood, then followed the woman into the room.
“My name is Leia,” the woman told her. “I’m sure you have a lot of questions.”
Rey nodded eagerly. “Yeah, I do, actually. Where am I? Who are you? What am I doing here? And is there anything I can eat?”
Leia smile seemed to grow even more friendly and warm.
“All will be explained,” she said. Then her eyes softened, and she said more seriously, “To put it simply, dear, you’re dead.”
Rey blinked.
And blinked again.
That was news.
“Cool,” she eventually blurted, for lack of anything better to say.
Leia nodded reassuringly. “Yes, I suppose it is.”
Rey had several more questions.
“Wait, if I’m dead...” Her face grew somber, and dread filled her stomach.
“Where am I? Am I—“ Rey smiled hopefully, gesturing with her index finger to indicate ‘up’—“Or am I—“ Rey adopts a sad expression, pointing her thumb down.
She rather hoped it was the former.
Leia chuckles lightly. It was a very pleasant sound, something akin to soft music. “While the concept of heaven and hell was greatly flawed, there is, simply speaking, a ‘good place’ and a ‘bad place’. I am pleased to tell you that you made it; you’re in The Good Place.”