Shepard sputtered and coughed as the waves crashed over him. He was face down on the sandy shore of an island, a much different place than the Crucibles heart. He struggled to get up, when another wave washed over him. After much effort, the Spectre dragged himself far enough up the shore to no longer be crushed by the waves. He gripped the sand, feeling the grains run through his fingers. He began to laugh from deep within his throat.

Shepard lazily turned himself over and looked into the sky. It was not blue, nor was it the tempest filled visage that covered London. It was orange, without a sun, dotted with stars that appeared to be sending yellow signals to each other. Every now and then, a signal would reach a star and the sky would explode with rebutting signals. Shepard gazed at this display, mesmerized by its complexity. He laughed heartily once more, and then drifted in to a dreamless sleep; one filled with thoughts, not images.

Commander Shepard was still wearing his ruined armor from London. Only now, he was no longer wounded; there weren't not even scars from his numerous battles with the Reapers and their servants. The Reapers. For 3 years he had fought them, ending their plans, stopping them whatever the cost. He had died trying to stop them. Twice. Shepard rolled this thought through his mind.

"I am dead, genuinely dead….. No Cerberus to bring me back, no ' I got better' nonsense. I doubt there is even much of my body to find. If any"

A wave crashed upon his waist, but he slept as the cool water washed over him. His nap was disrupted as a shadow walked over him. Shepard grumbled quietly and spoke to the shadow, his eyes still closed.

"You know, it's not polite to disrupt the dead as they sleep"

The shadow remained silent for a moment and then began to speak.

"Shepard-Commander, we do not aim to disrupt, but your argument is invalid: you are not dead, not completely"

Shepard's eyes snapped open. He recognized that synthetic voice, only it belonged to a dead man...or rather dead-bot... No, that can't be possible, unless...

"Legion I have a query for you: Do Geth go to heaven?"

The synthetic's eye began to oscillate, and Legion began to make periodic sounds. Shepard realized his robotic friend was laughing.

"Shepard-Commander, as stated before we are not dead, merely...spread out."

Legion offered its hand to the Spectre. Shepard thought back to his first meeting with the Geth. A smirk came to his face as Legion pulled him to his feet. The two looked at each other for a moment. Legion pulled Shepard into a surprising embrace. When they released, Legion spoke once more.

"Welcome to the Geth Sub-Consensus, Shepard-Commander, we were getting lonely down here"