"You live," Miriam observed …

"You create your world," she whispered …

"So, I'm not going to Hell?" the soul asked …

One by one, they answered the question …

"HOW CAN YOU NOT BE GOING MAD?!?" she blasted …

He sounded tired, but in good spirits …

A breakfast of vodka and Pop Tarts down the hatch …

"But you hate birds," he said …

“Remember that you are loved … “

“ … she sighed as she turned on the intercom …”

He comforted her, blaming himself …

"Nope," he whispered …

"I was a little worried that she'd freak out …”

"I'm sorry, but I think this is getting ridiculous," the lesser angel said …

Most will stay on the shore unaware …

Donna answered the soft knock at the door …

"Your dad wants me to ask you if you're being productive," their mother asked …

"I've been writing letters to keep busy," Muriel said …

"Welcome, Marion," Vera said …

"I'm going nuts," he typed …