Time: Modern Day
Location: HereAfter

Peter turned to face the screen again. A light touch from a female hand rested on his shoulder. It was comforting and yet disturbing, the situation on the screen was calming, his cord pulsed, a sort of pleasurable pulsing yet something was lurking in the background, something sinister, something terrific in the true sense of the word.

Where am I, he thought and where are my true parents? A whimper escaped behind his ear. The girl was crying again. She reminded him of Amelia, his Amelia, where was she? She's dead. She should be here to meet me.

Aren't you supposed to be greeted by loved ones when you die? Am I in hell? And she's in heaven. Is that it? Wouldn't be surprised. That Teacher guy is probably the devil. He's sure got the laugh down pat. A shudder went through him. Jesus Christ where am I?

"So many questions Petros. Watch your movie. Your movie Petros. You are not in Hell. There is no such place except of your own making. You are in control. You just don't know it yet."

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