"Is anybody there?"
"Where am I?"
"Why can't I see anything"
"It's because you don't really exist, dear"
"W-who said that? Where are you?!"
"Calm down, dear, you needn't be afraid any-more"
"I'm here for you. Don't worry, everything is going to be just fine"
"Who are you? Where am I!"
"My name is Aestathian,"
"You are somewhere in between existences, Marie."
"W-where did you say I was? Exactly."
"You have suffered a horrible death my dear, and your soul is too troubled to enter the world of spirits. Heaven you call it."
"Why? How? I don't understand!"
"You don't remember how it happened?"
"No! All of a sudden everything was just dark and then your voice appeared."
"It's perfectly normal Marie. Your soul protects itself by displacing the memory of its death. You will recall everything soon, I promise you."
"I feel so confused. So sad and frightened, but I don't know why!"
"Don't worry Marie. It is why you are here. I promise that you are not going to suffer any more. But we need to cleanse your soul first."
"Cleanse my soul? How? Why?"
"Like I said Marie, you were killed in a very.... inhumane way. Your soul is not capable of handling such... treatment"
"What do you mean?"
"Only souls of pure can enter the realm of spirits and return to God. When the soul is... mistreated.... like yours, it goes into.... shock, if you like."
"And you are here to help me, cleansing my soul?"
"How will you do that?"
"I know you have visited a Psychiatrist during your life. See me as a.... Spiritual psychiatrist. I will cleanse your soul through.... therapy."
"b-but I don't understand..... what happened to me!!"
"I feel so frustrated!"
"What happened?! Tell me!"
"It's OK, Marie, you should cry. It helps even."
"Why can't I see anything? Is this just a bad dream?"
"Because there is no light. Light cannot reach nowhere, you see."
"We're.... no-where? We must be somewhere."
"How can we be? You are dead and no longer among the living, but you haven't come to Heaven yet. What lies between Life and afterlife? well, when we joke we call it the lands of the atheists, but it really just is no-where."
"Who are 'we'?"
"I and the other spirit cleansers. You are not the only one.... suffering, Marie."
"So, what am I supposed to do?"
"Do what you did when you visited that psychiatrist, dear. Talk, talk it all out of your system. It usually helps."
"Try and remember what happened up to that night. I know the dying part sometimes is very hard to remember. We'll get to that."
"Tell me where you were on December 28, 2010?"