"You have a choice to make here Sadie." He cooed in sorted enthusiasm.
"Go on beyond this plane of existence; become another as myself, an 'Assessor', or divulge into those whom make the decision to rather seemingly, for better of a lack of proper terms, torment those whom that could and will walk out those double car doors as a possible soul in need of a deeper searching for untold secrets?"

I inadvertently conjured up a scene of myself being a rabbit crossing the road, only to be split down the center before even getting to the yellow lined middle; I was torn to say the least.
Though, a large part of me wanted nothing more than to sigh in relief and move on to whatever is 'beyond' here; but... I couldn't help but think of those who did come through those cable car doors – what kind of scoundrels could I potentially direct to their deserving expiration's; their secrets that no one had a clue of happening – yet, I would have full knowledge; and have the ability to do something many have dreamt of having the pleasure of doing so to.

That belief alone, projected the other peaceful scenario out of the water; sending it scaling across the stars for another soul to grab – I... felt like this could be my calling... err... my responsibility even.

I looked straight into his heavenly irises, brew a smirk as I calculated my remark, "there's only one choice I can make."

One Week of granting ever soul later....

I was feeling quite at home with the few souls I had successfully managed to guide to their final destinations; I had yet to come across any 'wrong-doer's' so far, suppose they never make it pass the first stage of the train car; that and the shrouded 'reaper' in an obsidian wedding dress.

I sat here waiting patiently for the next five o'clock train stop to arrive; it's funny patient one can tend to be when there are no concerns or worries pulling and tugging at you from all angles of life – it was in less terms: freeing.

As I sat there sipping on coffee – at least one passion remained intact from my previous 'living' life – my intuition insisted that there would be none aboard the car for me to assess for the 'other' route; I wondered how many do the assessors around me get to possibly attend to – one or two a year?

As for getting to see what actual appearances Reaper tend to portray wasn't likely to happen, since they like to keep that talent hidden until needed to be unleashed upon the 'worthier' ones to come by them; and at least there was Sarah and the silver haired companion of hers were identifiable only if by chance, I had been both their assignment; suppose I fooled them.

As I contemplated how I am suppose to bring about ones deceits, lies and the livings reprimands; the five o'clock finally arrived, and out came several individuals stretching and deciding one cup or two; out walks one soul that I couldn't have fathomed to set my eyes upon again. The tall and brawny surprise that was Chris.

A sudden craving and revengeful rage spit upon my pores, my perfected fingers digging into the tabletop as I glared down my newest, and possibly the most satisfying target I would likely ever get... no other will get him; he's all mine!

He, the nice looking, tall, Midwesterner that I came to know simply as Antonius covered a hint of a smirk with a soft made fist upon his own table as he caught sight of me and my bewildered grin.

"This will be delightful..." I insisted under my breath.