text: Brian entered the dim lit room , and sat at the table. He wondered if there was any trouble. After all, he was a good spirit and never got anyone in trouble in the spirit realm. He took a look around the room to see if he could maybe find out who called him there, but the old office building room was too dirty and covered in dust to completely figure anything out. Only the window to his left allowed any light inside and that was starting to disappear as well. Brian finally opened his mouth and said"Hello, is anyone there?" To his surprise a slight chill filled the room and a door made of light opened on the other side of the table. From it Brian saw a tall figure walk out and take his seat on the other side. The figure was human and male , but Brian could not tell much of the features of his face. It looked as if it kept changing features, switching between the faces of people Brian knew in his last life. That scared Brian , it could only mean one thing. "Nice to have you here, Brian. I'm Death, nice to meet you. Resurrections department keeps you in high praise." Death reached out to shake Brian's hand, to which Brian responded. "How about we jump to the chase, shall we?" Death said. " I called you here because i know you haven't returned to live as a human ever since your last departure, correct"? The spirit nodded. "Haven't needed to, sir. I have friends in the Afterlife that would miss me." "And what of you, Brian? Have you no desire to return? Despite the new relationship you have in the Aftermath?" Death made a dossier appear on the table and then opened it. When he looked at the pages, his eyes glowed red. Then the writing turned red also, as if it was being enchanted. "Brian Crawford. Lived a short life, died at 37. Made more enemies than friends. " Death stopped for a moment and looked back at Brian. "Don't you want to change that? Get a new chance at a better life? Right some wrongs maybe?" "I thought all wrongs are forgiven if you reach the Light?" Brian asked. "Some. But not all" Death's eyes glowed red again as he stared into Brian's. He then snapped his fingers and his ever changing skin settled into the form of a pale , bald man, with sunken , hopeless eyes. The eyes of a dying man. His voice changed as well, becoming a shallow whisper as he spoke. "You made a hole in my body, and my soul. And watched as I withered away. This cannot be forgiven, because your guilt is too strong, my son. I see you can be forgiven. If only, you will help Death." Death's spell was dispersed and he returned to his ever shifting self. "I don't want to use this anymore than you do. But that is true. You are still feeling guilty for your past mistakes. By redeeming your next life , you might become free of it." Brian looked up again, stopped trying to push his sadness away as he knew his tears were only illusions. "Well, okay. But why do you need me? Aside from the fact that I studied purification of the spirit in the Afterlife?" Death hesitated for a moment. His faces looked at Brian with a slight look of worry. "Sometimes people that are not meant to leave the physical world decide to change their destiny. They die at the wrong time and place, and as a result the balance of the universe changes slightly. Sometimes it can be ignored or glossed over, but this time we really need a replacement " Death did another spell, changing the folder with a new one, then gave it to Brian to read. He did take a look over a few files. "This is a lot to take in, I need to do fix so much. I can't..." He was ready to decline. But Death stopped him. "If it's not you, I'll look for another replacement. You were my first choice though so I ask again. Will you help me restore the balance of the universe in the human plane? And get your soul truly into the Light? Or will you go back to living eternity as an echo?" The choice is yours.