Valjean awoke, brightness blinded him causing him to
instinctively shield his eyes with his hand. Though he had his shields
his eyes still winced around at the surroundings. Where was this place
of cloud and light? The last thing he remembered was being in the room
with Marius and Cossett, he remembered the last look upon her face.
That look of innocence and despair, how he missed his Cossett. And he
also managed to glance upon the fact that Marius had his hand on her
butt at the time of his passing.
Valjean: (thinking to himself) That'll be the last time I ever save someone from the barricades.
He began to venture onward in this land of mysticism and wonder. His feet didn't stagger about like they were only a few short whiles ago. He had a good posture and he felt as if he was a young lad again. With his hand still shielding his eyes. He felt some sort of bars, he moved his hand to get a better look. They were long golden bars, he stood back to better his view, it was a large golden gate. He looked passed these gates and saw heavy puffs of clouds and people with wings. Could they be angels or is this but a hallucination of a dying man? Or the reality of a dead man? Then it hit him.
Valjean: My God I'm dead, that really sucks.
Despite the sucking factor of the whole matter Valjean decided to journey passed the gates. He pushes them open with little effort and a powerful voice then speaks.
Mysterious voice: VALJEAN!
Valjean: (in awe) Who is that? Is that you God?
Mysterious voice: (cheerfully) Welcome to Heaven!
Valjean: Huh?
Mysterious voice: Welcome to Heaven!
The voice repeats this message until an angel comes by. It takes out a remote of some sore and presses its button. The voice then stops.
Angel: Welcome Valjean, pleas excuse what just happened right now. We're trying out a new automated device that greets newcomers as they come in by name. So far it's about as irritating as the voices on a New York City subway train.
Valjean: (confused) Subway train?
Angel: Oh right you're from the 1800's , sorry about all this technological stuff I'm throwing at you. You see it takes about a few centuries for a human soul to actually get up here. That tunnel with the white light is actually very, very long. The reason why must people have an out of body experience is mostly because they get bored and start running back.
Valjean: So what you're saying is that now the real world is now a few centuries into the future?
Angel: That'll be correct.
Valjean: What sort of things are there now? Can man fly? (cliché questions)
Angel: Well I'll answer that in a little bit but first let's give you the tour.
Valjean: Heaven must be big if it has its own tour.
Angel: Well not really but we must move this story along somehow. Come along with me.
Valjean followed as the Angel led him passed the gates and further into Heaven. He looked around seeing all the angels flying freely.
Valjean: (thinking to himself) I wonder if I get to have wings.
Angel: No you get to be screwed and walk.
Valjean: (thinking to himself) Crap.
Valjean looked to his left and spots a castle on a cloud.
Valjean: (thinking to himself) Guess Cossett was right about there being a castle on a cloud.
They both walk into a large golden palace, there's a large fountain at the center of the room. Tile paths extend out from the fountain leading to hallways. Valjean looks around amazed by everything he sees like an immigrant at Time Square.
Angel: This way Valjean.
The Angel leads him up a staircase to the left of the entrance. It raises above the tiled floors and remains attached to the wall, spiraling upward. They both walk up it passing all the pictures of angels in chariots drawn on the wall. Some of the angels had swords, others had bare arms. They were all flying upward along with the staircase. They eventually made it up to the roof and Valjean saw the beauty of the sea of clouds.
Valjean: This is an incredible sight.
Angel: It gets even better (points to a large golden telescope that's been placed on the roof, pointing downwards)
Valjean: What is this for?
Angel: To look down on Earth.
Valjean soon grew with excitement.
Valjean: You mean I can see how the world has changed during these many centuries?
The Angel nodded.
Valjean quickly looked through the telescope and looked at the advancements of man.
Angel: Be careful Valjean you may not like what you see.
Valjean: Hey what's that?
Angel: (sighs) Oh great he already found it.
Valjean: It looks a like a theater.
Angel: Yes it's on a street called Broadway, it's in New York City the place I mentioned earlier.
Valjean: It sure is bright, the place has many candles.
Angel: They call them lightbulbs, it runs on electricity.
Valjean: They're starting to flicker.
Angel: That means the show is starting. I'll just make some adjustments so you can see through the building.
With a flip of a switch the entire building's structure became transparent and Valjean was able to see inside. As the show plays Valjean feels a bit of nostalgia, it all seemed too familiar to him. But he couldn't quite put his finger on it. Then like a bullet he realized the horrors of the reality. He fell back and started to shake feeling a fear like no other.
Valjean: It can't be true . . .
Valjean has had the worse fate any man could have . . .
Valjean: It just can't be!
His life had been made into a musical.
Valjean: (thinking to himself) That'll be the last time I ever save someone from the barricades.
He began to venture onward in this land of mysticism and wonder. His feet didn't stagger about like they were only a few short whiles ago. He had a good posture and he felt as if he was a young lad again. With his hand still shielding his eyes. He felt some sort of bars, he moved his hand to get a better look. They were long golden bars, he stood back to better his view, it was a large golden gate. He looked passed these gates and saw heavy puffs of clouds and people with wings. Could they be angels or is this but a hallucination of a dying man? Or the reality of a dead man? Then it hit him.
Valjean: My God I'm dead, that really sucks.
Despite the sucking factor of the whole matter Valjean decided to journey passed the gates. He pushes them open with little effort and a powerful voice then speaks.
Mysterious voice: VALJEAN!
Valjean: (in awe) Who is that? Is that you God?
Mysterious voice: (cheerfully) Welcome to Heaven!
Valjean: Huh?
Mysterious voice: Welcome to Heaven!
The voice repeats this message until an angel comes by. It takes out a remote of some sore and presses its button. The voice then stops.
Angel: Welcome Valjean, pleas excuse what just happened right now. We're trying out a new automated device that greets newcomers as they come in by name. So far it's about as irritating as the voices on a New York City subway train.
Valjean: (confused) Subway train?
Angel: Oh right you're from the 1800's , sorry about all this technological stuff I'm throwing at you. You see it takes about a few centuries for a human soul to actually get up here. That tunnel with the white light is actually very, very long. The reason why must people have an out of body experience is mostly because they get bored and start running back.
Valjean: So what you're saying is that now the real world is now a few centuries into the future?
Angel: That'll be correct.
Valjean: What sort of things are there now? Can man fly? (cliché questions)
Angel: Well I'll answer that in a little bit but first let's give you the tour.
Valjean: Heaven must be big if it has its own tour.
Angel: Well not really but we must move this story along somehow. Come along with me.
Valjean followed as the Angel led him passed the gates and further into Heaven. He looked around seeing all the angels flying freely.
Valjean: (thinking to himself) I wonder if I get to have wings.
Angel: No you get to be screwed and walk.
Valjean: (thinking to himself) Crap.
Valjean looked to his left and spots a castle on a cloud.
Valjean: (thinking to himself) Guess Cossett was right about there being a castle on a cloud.
They both walk into a large golden palace, there's a large fountain at the center of the room. Tile paths extend out from the fountain leading to hallways. Valjean looks around amazed by everything he sees like an immigrant at Time Square.
Angel: This way Valjean.
The Angel leads him up a staircase to the left of the entrance. It raises above the tiled floors and remains attached to the wall, spiraling upward. They both walk up it passing all the pictures of angels in chariots drawn on the wall. Some of the angels had swords, others had bare arms. They were all flying upward along with the staircase. They eventually made it up to the roof and Valjean saw the beauty of the sea of clouds.
Valjean: This is an incredible sight.
Angel: It gets even better (points to a large golden telescope that's been placed on the roof, pointing downwards)
Valjean: What is this for?
Angel: To look down on Earth.
Valjean soon grew with excitement.
Valjean: You mean I can see how the world has changed during these many centuries?
The Angel nodded.
Valjean quickly looked through the telescope and looked at the advancements of man.
Angel: Be careful Valjean you may not like what you see.
Valjean: Hey what's that?
Angel: (sighs) Oh great he already found it.
Valjean: It looks a like a theater.
Angel: Yes it's on a street called Broadway, it's in New York City the place I mentioned earlier.
Valjean: It sure is bright, the place has many candles.
Angel: They call them lightbulbs, it runs on electricity.
Valjean: They're starting to flicker.
Angel: That means the show is starting. I'll just make some adjustments so you can see through the building.
With a flip of a switch the entire building's structure became transparent and Valjean was able to see inside. As the show plays Valjean feels a bit of nostalgia, it all seemed too familiar to him. But he couldn't quite put his finger on it. Then like a bullet he realized the horrors of the reality. He fell back and started to shake feeling a fear like no other.
Valjean: It can't be true . . .
Valjean has had the worse fate any man could have . . .
Valjean: It just can't be!
His life had been made into a musical.