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The sound of Brian's finger knock on the wall was left without any response.

Brian nodded and continued on his journey. There weren't many other things he could do.

After dying, he appeared right in this white corridor. Behind him was a dead-end, leaving him only one direction to progress.

It was nice to be able to walk yet again, instead of lying on the hospital bed the whole time. Although, his state was a bit.. Unordinary. He was missing something. He could touch things. But he could not feel if they were cold or hot or smooth. The same was with his legs. He could feel that there was something under his feet. But it was only force, nothing else. He could not even feel his legs or other parts of body. There were only forces blocking his movement, or lack of them where he could move.

The only sound breaking the silence was the one from his footsteps.

The corridor was slightly curving to the right. That way, Brian could not clearly see what was at the end. Or, if there was any. There was the possibility of him just walking for eternity..

"Amelia?" asked a male voice, the speaker hidden behind the curve somewhere in front of him.

Brain halted in his footsteps. After a second of indecesion, he countinued forward.

Finally, he saw the man. It was an older gentleman, past his fifties, sitting on the floor on the side of corridor.

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"You are not Amelia," said the man dejectedly, but continued observing Brian.

"No, I am not. Did you.. die too?" asked Brian hesitantly.

The older man took a few breaths when he heard the word "die", as if remembering a scary memory.

"Yes. I and Amelia.. We were traveling in a bus. But then an accident happened. After that, I woke up in this place. Now I am waiting for Amelia so we can continue together."

Brian nodded, not really knowing how to continue the conversation with the fellow.. Dead person.

"Would.. Would you like to stay here until Amelia comes?" asked the older man, with a hint of pleading.

"Yes. I can wait," Brian sat down next to the older man. It seemed that he could use some company.

The two sat in silence. Brian wanted to ask about his life, but was not sure if the man was prepared to talk about it.

Surprisingly, it was the man who spoke up.

"Do you think there is something? You know, after this."

"Yes. I can't be sure but I believe there has to be something. I don't think whoever created this place would let us walk for eternity."

The man nodded for himself, as if trying to reassure himself that everything must have a reason.

"Do you believe in God?" he asked. Brian just shook his head.

"I believe," continued the man: " but I hope that Hell and Heaven do not exist. I don't believe that I am fit for the Heaven.. I don't want to find burning flames at the end of the corridor!"

It took a while for the man to compose himself.

Brian tried to give him a reassuring pat on the shoulder. He was not really good at comforting people.

"I don't think it would be that simple, to have just one place for good and one for bad people. Even if we ended in heaven, it would be too unbearable to spend the whole eternity at one place, just talking or what we are supposed to do in heaven. There should be more to this. "

The man did not answer.

Soon enough, they could hear the sound of another footsteps coming close.