The afterlife was weird, Sakura noted.
It was strange, and desolate, but she had never felt more at peace, even if she was getting a little restless. She sighed, and cast her line into the water. She no longer necessarily needed to eat, but cooking gave her something to fill her time, and so did eating.
The waters that surrounded her new home were still, dark, and eerie. The fog cleared, and that's when Sakura knew that something had changed. Perhaps something shifted in the more inhabited areas of the spirit realm.
The water around her home rippled, rocking her floating garden, and she thanked whatever deity ruled here that she had set up the bamboo fence to keep them from floating off.
Her fishing line tugged.
She was surprised when the boat bumped into her home, and in it, an incredibly familiar apprentice.
"Haku." she whispered to herself, a hand over her mouth and a tear trailed down her face. He was just as injured as the day she had last seen him, but it was a different injury. Definitely one not made by a lightning jutsu, and she if she remembered correctly, that was what killed him. That, and he didn't have a gaping hole through his chest.
Sakura gently pulled him out of the boat, wondering where it had come from, and how it had gotten here. Shaking her head, she brought the ice user to her spare room and began working on him, healing him bit by bit.
It exhausted her so easily, she had fallen out of practice, but this only meant that she could make use of her plants, finally.
She went to bed that night, easily, and dreamless. Outside, the water rippled again.