The steady beeping of a machine had been running through his mind for a while but now everything seemed slightly different- he was semi-aware of someone beside him, gently muttering his name. His eyelids fluttered open to a white room, it looked just like a hospital room back at Holby Hospital. The last thing he remembered was a car crash involving the rest of the staff, Ethan deteriorating, Ash being removed from the wreck and then the heat. The heat that had only lasted a second before he fell into darkness.

'Jeff... Oh my God- your awake!'

Jeff turned his head to where the voice had come from- a young paramedic was sat at his bedside, she had olive skin, dark chocolate eyes and a curly mess of hair that had been scraped into a ponytails she seemed incredibly familiar...

'Polly?!' But the young paramedic was dead- she had been stabbed in the chest years ago by Dylan's mentally unstable patient.

'Yeah- glad to see you remember something. You've had your burns fixed up.' Jeff glanced down his body, he was in a blue hospital gown and still had some dressings on. Burns... 'They fixed me up too' Polly pulled part of her top down, revealing a long scar.

'Where am I Polly? What happened?'

'We call this Holby mark two- this is the next place. Do you remember the minibus? You saved the rest of the team but it exploded and it killed you. That's why you were being treated for your burns.' A tear trickled down the older man's face. He tried to cover it up by smiling but Polly saw through his brave face.

'What happens now?'

'You can continue where you left off. Most of the hospital staff who died now work here. Even if your dead you can die again. We don't know where you go after here.'

'How do you get the technology and supplies?'

'People have been dying for centuries- they work up here and we can use it. Life here is almost parallel to life back when you were alive.'

'Thanks. Can I-' Jeff choked on his tears 'Dixie...'

'We can watch them. Sometimes it gets busy though. Best time to do it is early in the morning- that's when it's easiest to lock onto specific people. I saw your funeral...'

'And?'

'It was lovely. There were so many people. Even Ethan went.'

'Ethan?!'

'Yeah- didn't look too good after it though. You've been missed- even though I missed you I hoped that I wouldn't see you this soon.'

Polly playfully punched Jeff's arm, he faked a wince, playing along with the little game.

'How long have I been de- how long have I been here?'

'Just over 4 months.'

There was silence.

'How do things work around here then?'

'Well if you want you can join the ambulance crew. It's me and some others but I don't think you met them.'

'And what actually happens- who gets here?'

'Like I said we all live here- it's rather surreal I know. I still don't know everything and I've been here years. We don't tend to get many young children unless they have family waiting or they come with family. I don't know why. Oh and if you are executed rightly due to an offence you committed then you don't end up here either.'

'Can you show me around the department?'

'Yeah- let me just get the doctor to check you over first.'

Polly stood up and leant out the door, a young nurse with a mass of curly dark hair was stood in the corridor.

'Hi Polly- you okay?'

'Yeah thanks Anna- Jeff Collier has woken up and wants to look around the department. Do you know where Patrick is?'

'Yeah I'll just go grab him- one sec.' She bustled down the corridor and returned seconds later with a tall doctor.

'Hello Jeff- I'm Dr Patrick Spiller and this is Anna Paul. I'm happy for you to go around the department. You were due to be at work 2 months ago. Anna will get your uniform.'

Patrick turned and left leaving Jeff with the two ladies.

'One other thing you should know- any injuries you acquired 24 hours before you died cannot be treated here.' Polly gave Anna a sad smile.

'I lost both my legs in a train crash- they were a mess. I died a day or two later. I can't quite remember.'

Everyone was talking about their death so freely- it just felt wrong.

'Patrick is a grumpy sod. He was when he was alive and he still is. He died of an inter-cranial bleed. Just after he proposed to his girlfriend, and a little while after he had been involved in a major RTC. He died on the verge of heroism.'

Anna had answered the question without it even leaving his lips. Maybe this wasn't going to be so bad after all...