1 - i'm not there
["Alright, holmes. No hard feelings."
That was the last sound Scott heard before he felt his body get pierced by the Power of Love, collapsing dead in the middle of the Chaos Theater. He screwed up, let Ramona get away from him, and wound up losing the Power of Love to Gideon. And now he's dead.
Which is why, when he wakes up in his bed, he turns first and wishes the sun would go away.] I'm deaaad... I don't wanna get up... [He mumbles to pretty much no one. Before it dawns on him.
He sits straight up in bed, looking around. There was no one next to him, and this wasn't his apartment. What was even going on here? He bolts out of bed, and looks out of the window. It was sunny and nice looking outside, even if this wasn't a neighborhood he was familiar with. It all looked clean and happy and...]
Heaven? Oh god... is this heaven? [He was expecting angels, and clouds, and wings. He wanted wings. This sucks. Either way, he makes his way out of the room, looking around the house.]
[He happens upon the phone, while looking. So, he tentatively gives it a try, trying to call whoever. Information. There should be some kind of number for that.]
So, uh.
I'm dead, right? Is this heaven? If it is, it kind of sucks. I thought there'd be a lot more angels than this. And I'd get wings.
...
Can I go home now?
That was the last sound Scott heard before he felt his body get pierced by the Power of Love, collapsing dead in the middle of the Chaos Theater. He screwed up, let Ramona get away from him, and wound up losing the Power of Love to Gideon. And now he's dead.
Which is why, when he wakes up in his bed, he turns first and wishes the sun would go away.] I'm deaaad... I don't wanna get up... [He mumbles to pretty much no one. Before it dawns on him.
He sits straight up in bed, looking around. There was no one next to him, and this wasn't his apartment. What was even going on here? He bolts out of bed, and looks out of the window. It was sunny and nice looking outside, even if this wasn't a neighborhood he was familiar with. It all looked clean and happy and...]
Heaven? Oh god... is this heaven? [He was expecting angels, and clouds, and wings. He wanted wings. This sucks. Either way, he makes his way out of the room, looking around the house.]
[He happens upon the phone, while looking. So, he tentatively gives it a try, trying to call whoever. Information. There should be some kind of number for that.]
So, uh.
I'm dead, right? Is this heaven? If it is, it kind of sucks. I thought there'd be a lot more angels than this. And I'd get wings.
...
Can I go home now?