I blinked at what he said, the truth of where we were weighing heavily on my mind. It made sense, I had been very sick before I came here and doubted my mother would let me go on a trip to the beach with how bad my health was, but also it didn't make any sense at all. This is not what I expected heaven to be like. Where were the angels and harps? And why were we on the beach?<br/><br/>Maybe heaven didn't work the way I thought it did. Perhaps it was more personalized to individual tastes. I had always loved the beach. But I frowned, somehow when he was about to tell me what this place was, I had expected the news to be bad. Well it was bad news we were dead, but not bad news we were in heaven.<br/><br/>"I'm dead? I can hardly believe it. That explains everything. Yet...this place is not how I expected it to be. I'm guessing you were a fan of the beach too?"<br/><br/>I looked around, enjoying all the sights that could be seen. The waves, the sand, how the sky seemed to meet the ocean. I'd always loved those things. A tear started to roll down my cheek as I gazed upon the people who were there. They were probably people I knew, so that's why they seemed so familiar.