[Funny thing about the afterlife is that -- well, there's not a terrible lot to do. Sure, there are his friends to keep company and all that sort of thing, but for the most part, Joly wanders and watches and -- today just so happens to be one of the days he is wandering. That is, until he hears a painfully familiar voice and he is there at her side, quick as a wink. Who needs normal human ways of moving when one is dead, after all?]
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'Chetta?