Tara sat in a small room so white it hurt her eyes, waiting for Joyce to return to her. Although she did recognize the signifigance of what was about to happen, all the emotions that would have been overwhelming her by now when she was alive were dulled and calmed, as they had been ever since her arrival in heaven. She suddenly was aware that someone had sat down next to her on the pristine white couch. He took her hand. "Long time no see, hey Glinda?"