The rest of his stay there would be uneventful. His journey to the High Heavens would, likewise, be uneventful, though when he arrived, he'd find an interesting sight; the gates of the Heavens were closed, and a fairly large group of still-living mortals were milling around, immediately outside. A somewhat familiar face, Sabrael, the guardian of the First Layer of Heaven, stood outside the gate. Her weapon was sheathed, but she had a very clear look of disapproval at the crowd.