Sun Mote Copse On the 858th day...

Can’t wait, Towhee joked darkly when Wraen described the afterlife as much less demanding. I don’t mean that, not really. I’m not in any rush. It’s just that life is so difficult and tiring sometimes. There’s so much to live for but, the older I get—and the more shit I go through—the less I fear the oblivion waiting for me.

Wraen urged Towhee to consider haunting the place rather than eternal sleep. Was it really optional? She didn’t really believe it, though she saw no harm in agreeing to her friend’s proposal.

I mean, sure, why not? For the record, I plan on living as long as I possibly can, despite how much shit life throws at me. I don’t want to miss out on any grandkids, great grandkids or, hell, maybe even some great great grandkids? Not if there’s any chance of meeting them, knowing them…