Closing her eyes and shielding her face with her arms, Bathilda felt the strain on her body as it was forcefully pulled against the seat belt. Tears streamed from her eyes but failed to fall down her face as they were sucked free from the vehicle along with everything else not strapped in.

The Beetle groaned its own painful cry as the roof tore away, exposing the terrified nurse to the full force of nature's brutal assault. The oxygen was sucked from her lungs and Bathilda felt the cold touch of death slowly embrace her before everything ceased to be.

What only moments ago had felt like hell disappeared to be replaced by its polar opposite. The light of heaven. Soothing rays of warm sunshine shone down on Bathilda's shielded form.

Tears that were no longer being ripped away began to fall freely as she cradled herself. Too afraid to remove her arms. Eventually, after more tears had fell than she thought she could store, Bathilda eventually lowered her arms and took in her surroundings.

A bright sun was present against a beautiful, blue sky, but it was wrong. Everything was wrong.

Instead of being seated in the driver's seat of her old fashioned beetle, Bathilda found herself sitting in a cosy, pink armchair. The same armchair she sat in every night at her apartment after a long day's work. Stranger than that was the fact that her armchair was resting on top of a strange, cloud-like, material and was currently floating through the sky.

Bathilda had always been quick to arrive at conclusions for most circumstances, but the strange assortment and clothing style of the strangers that were across from her was enough to put the brakes on her brain.

It was even more confusing than the specifics of her currents whereabouts and Bathildaf felt as though time had stopped as she sat in stunned silence.

On a separate cloud, floating in front of Bathilda's comfy, pink chair, was an exquisitely-sculpted, white and gold jacuzzi. Sitting in the center, wearing nothing but a cloud to hide his modesty, was the the most handsome man Bathilda had ever seen.

Impeccable hair, impeccable looks and a body that made her weak at the knees even though she was seated.

If he had been alone, Bathilda would have believed she was dreaming her best dream right there. Unfortunately, he was not alone. Surrounding Bathilda's ideal man was a small harem of women. All nestled up cosily together inside the tub.

After her moment of stunned silence the brakes were released and Bathilda's brain began to turn over. It pumped like the engine of her Beetle running from the storm as she took in everything around her.

If her memory served her correctly, which it usually did seeing how Bathilda got top scores in history class during school, then the four women beside him were all dead and had died a long, long time ago.

From left to right, the four women in the tub were Amelia Earhart, Florence Nightingale, Rosa Parks and Agatha Christie.

With her mouth agape and her brain sprinting to catch up, Bathilda didn't know what to be more shocked about. The dead gorgeous women in the jacuzzi? That they were literally floating through the sky? Maybe the fact that she had probably just died a moment ago?

"Did I... die?" Bathilda finally managed to ask, after overcoming her shock somewhat.

Leaning over the front of the Jacuzzi and resting her elbows on it, Florence was the first to respond. "I'm sorry sweetie, you had a heart attack," her voice was soothing and had an understanding tone. "God here, is going to fix you right up though because you most certainly did not deserve to die in that freaky storm."

"A heart attack? I died of a heart attack after all that? The tornado didn't get me? Wait a minute. God?" Bathilda looked towards the unclothed man.

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Still basking in the company of the other three women, Bathilda's mind finally caught up. "He's God?" Bathilda asked with a hint of disbelief, pointing a finger at the man openly committing adultery below the water's surface.

"How can that guy be God?" She blurted out her own confusion.

"Yep, it's true, hon. He's the almighty, the all seeing, the all powerful." Amelia chimed in, moving to the front of the large jacuzzi next to Florence.

"We know. It's all a little shocking at first. Especially when almost everyone pictures him to be some senile, old, white man in a robe." Rosa added, following Amelia to get nearer to Bathilda.

"That's probably cause of all the old paintings and what not."

"Yea, and those religious texts."

"Don't forget the priests and imbecile zealots!"

"You are getting off track, ladies. Bathilda, you should not have been working that shift should you?" It was Agatha's turn to join the trio as she sat moved next to her friends.

"No. It was actually meant to be my day off, but I ended covering two different shifts because the hospital is under staffed." Bathilda replied bitterly, slightly wishing she had never agreed to the overtime.

"Yea, we know. She just wanted to make ya aware that ya were doing something good. God here really does know everything," Amelia beamed a smile at Bathilda as she pointed to the ridiculously-hunky deity behind them. Now all alone and looking slightly irritated.

"Ahem. As I was saying," Florence jumped back in, "God here is going to give you a second chance at life, if you want one that is. You could also choose to stay here in paradise with us if you want. It's much bigger than just these two cloud, let me assure you, and it also has everything you could ever want or need. So, what do you think?"

Bathilda's face went red as she pictured herself in the hot tub with God and his harem, but she quickly slapped her cheeks and shook off her delusions. Being posed a question of significant importance like that, Bathilda needed to take a moment before coming to a decision.

"I'll choose a second life, thank you. I can't do any good in a place called paradise and honestly, all I ever wanted to do was help people. Plus, I died quite young, didn't I? Because of that I feel like I'm missing out in some way."

After giving her answer, all four women smile at each other.

"We knew you would choose that option also. Truthfully, God explained to us how this whole conversation would play out." Agatha explained.

"That's... a little depressing. I feel like I don't have much of a say in the matter now." Bathilda grumbled and was about to complain, but she was cut off by Florence who went on to explain the rules of reincarnation.

"Unfortunately for your second life, you can't reincarnate on Earth and the world that you're going to is slightly different from the one you have left behind. Their medicine and the techniques practiced there would be described as primitive, more accurately they're closer to my era than yours. In this regard, you should be the most-knowledgeable medicine women around and you should have no problems in your goal of helping others." Smiling at Bathilda, Florence continued on with her speech.

"Humans are not the dominant race on the planet you're going to. Just like the fantasy trope your era is so familiar with, elf, dwarves and other various human-like species are present there. I would say 'please don't discriminate', but we all know that you won't so don't worry about it. Now, for the not so great part. Unfortunately, during the reincarnation process, you will get no say over what you will be reincarnated as. Normally you would lose all of your memories too, but seeing how you have noble and honorable intentions, God here has decided to let you keep them this time."

I'm I supposed to be grateful? Geez, thanks, God. I have to reincarnate on a world I don't know, that's hundreds of years behind in terms of medicine and I'm not allowed to choose what I reincarnate as? Yeah, thanks for the memories.

With a lot of information to process, Bathilda still wanted to try her best to help others. Even if she ended up as a dwarf, or an elf, or even a... man, it wouldn't make a difference as her objective would remain the same regardless of gender or species.

"Knowing this extra information, do you still wish to go through the reincarnation process? You can still choose to stay here if you want too?" Offering one final get out of life free card, Florence drifted back over to her place at God's side. The rest of the almighty's entourage followed suit and returned to their place to wait for the response they knew that Bathilda would give.

They didn't have to wait for long though as Bathilda had already made her decision. "Let's do it. You already know what I'm going to choose anyway, right?" God smiled at her response. His long, golden locks gave way to a gorgeous face. His eyes were the same colour as his hair and his irises were reminiscent of halos. His eyes seemed irresistible as they stared into Bathilda's soul.

Bathilda shuddered as God raised his hand from the pool and snapped his fingers. With that one simple act, an actual halo made of gold enveloped Bathilda's whole body. A cotton-soft feeling began breaking her body down, atom by atom, ready to transport her soul to its new plane without any pain whatsoever.

"Good luck, child." Bathilda heard an almost-musical voice from behind as her molecules were propelled forward. The universe and space became the backdrop for an amazing journey through the stars, onward towards her new home.