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The man calling himself Elias Bouchard was dead, he’d finally crossed that dread threshold, not willingly of course. To be frank, he wasn’t expecting anything, maybe he could be a ghost. Not of course any sort of afterlife. Now though he was aware that he Jonah/Richard/James/Elias had left his body behind. Did he go up or down? No. More like sideways… He found himself walking through dark, winding corridors towards a light… heaven? No. Hell? No. But some place. The light was coming from a crack in a door. Not a particularly strange door, just a plain wooden door with a brass knob. He turned the knob and walked in. It was a plain room with a table and two chairs, the grey light came from a pair of windows looking over a misty plane that he couldn’t quite make out through the fog.
There was an empty doorway connecting to another room. He stared at it and then Peter Lukas walked through, there were odd scars on him, like they healed over the mortal wounds he had been dealt.
“Oh hello luv,” Peter said cheerily.
“…Where am I?” He asked.
“Oh the after, I really don’t much about it but apparently, we’re both dead, “ Peter said. “Didn’t take you as long as I thought it would.”
Elias sighed and frowned: “No, but I won.”
Peter shook his head. “For a little while…”
“I did better than you,” Elias sniped.
“Ha, yes well you did, but I mean what was the point of that?” Peter asked.
“It was… “ Elias paused, he thought. “Pointless, really. “
He slumped down into a chair.
“Cheer up, it’s over now,” Peter said. “And I’m here.”
“Are you though?” Elias asked.
Peter put his hand on Elias' there was their wedding band on his ring finger. “Yes, now... Barnabas has put the kettle on…”
“Wait… Barnabas Bennett?” Elias startled. “What’s he doing here?”
Peter chuckled: “You loved him…so he’s here.”
Elias blinked: “anyone else…?”
Peter rolled his eyes: “Well you did rack up quite a tally in 200 years.”
Elias sighed: “How big is this place?”
“Let’s just say there is enough room for everyone.” Peter said.
“…is this hell?” Elias whimpered.
“No, don’t worry we’ve all forgiven you, it’s hard to hold on to things like that here.” Peter said.
“..not hell, then. “ Elias sighed. “Or heaven.”
“Nope,” Peter said.
“So this tea… are there biscuits with it?” Elias said.
“Of course.” Peter replied.
“Excellent.” Elias began to smile.