He was sitting in the white waiting room examining various magazines; his mind focused on different things, these things namely being tea and the fornication policies of heaven. This could be considered unusual behaviour for someone who has just died, it would in fact be considered unusual behaviour for almost anyone who had just crossed to the plane of the dead, but then again this wasn't just any old person this was Arthur Dent.
It was right around the time that his mind had given up on the topic of sex and resumed its normal focus on tea that a rather tall man with an unusually large nose walked into the room. He looked around a bit; with the look of someone who clearly knew he should be bewildered and indeed was. He stood for a while as if coming to a conclusion then placed himself in the chair next to Arthur's. It would appear to any one looking down on this situation that he was gathering the courage to address our protagonist, our protagonist whom was still in the same clothing he'd been wearing for the last 25 or so years, pyjamas and a bathrobe to be specific.
Just as Arthur was going to start playing with a piece of lint on his bathrobe, the man spoke up "Umm hello is your name Arthur Dent."
Arthur slightly shocked at this man's knowledge of his name, checked himself for a name tag, when he was thoroughly satisfied that there was none replied simply "yes".
"Ah ok I see" replied the man suddenly short for words.
A suddenly appeared before the man and addressed him quickly "Douglas Adams".
"Yes That's Correct" he replied.
"Follow me sir" she said quickly and without hesitation walked off. Douglas got up from his seat and followed the women.
The Moment he turned the corner Trillian arrived from the other direction expressing to Arthur that there was no tea in the vending machine followed with "Why do you have such a strange look on your face".
Arthur looking blankly at Trillian "I could've sworn I knew that guy from somewhere".