You've lived a life that was a nice blend of good and evil

Reflecting briefly on your life can't remember doing anything too evil, though lord knows you weren't a saint....

 

"Lord knows, eh?  Lets stop this train of thought, I don't want to go down that road...." you think to yourself.  All in all you have lead a pretty average life.  Reassuring yourself of that, you take a deep breath, open the door and march in.

 

Simon is sitting at a desk in the center of the room.  The room is completely unadorned and has no other means of entrance or exit other than the door you just...

Now where did that door go?

 

Your head swims and panic starts to take hold of you.  Gulping for air you try to calm yourself- after all, if a dead girl can walk and talk then a door can disappear.

 

You look back and Simon gives you a knowing smile.  You get the distinct impression that he's seen reactions like yours before.

 

"Have a seat friend, and lets get started," he says.

The End

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