Seeing the struggle on your face, Death walked past you, dragging her wing along your shoulder to draw your attention. Turning around, Death stood by the same door you saw earlier, the frame hanging in the void, now stroking it with her wing. "Now that I've let you know the options, I want you to think of what you want. When you've decided, just open the door and step through," she explained, a mournful tone to her voice. "You can take as long as you need to think it over, time moves differently here than it does in the mortal plane, although I must confirm that time has already passed."