"Where-"
The young man looked around himself, trying to figure out where he was at but to no avail. The walls around him were all white, and there was no door or window. He looked down at himself, seeing he was wearing a white bath-robe and slippers. His eyebrows furrowed in confusion. The last thing he remembers is walking down the street back home after a night clubbing.
"Where the hell am I?"
"Not hell, not yet at least." A voice said behind him. The man looked around, his eyes landing on a raven-haired boy, not much younger than he was. around 17. The boy wore a white suit with matching white shoes.
"What do you mean?" the man asked looking the boy from head to toe. this place is way too white.
"What I mean is, right now, you are not in hell. But not in heaven either."
"Wait, what?" the man jumped startled, caught off guard like a deer in the headlights. "Y-you mean I'm d-d-dead?"
"Indeed. Can't you remember?" the boy now looked at him confused.
"No! No no no no no no no! This cannot be happening. This is just some weird dream. I'll wake up from it eventually, you'll see!" the man babbled while passing back and forth. "I can't die, the guys need me. This can't be happening to me. Not to me!"
"Oh dear, why do I get all the troublesome ones?" the boy shook his head slowly, talking more to himself. "Listen; there really is no denying it. Whether you like it or not, you're dead."
"No, there is no way! I don't believe you!" the man shook his head, covering his ears.
The boy signed, this is going to be much harder then he thought. He was about to speak again when a pad with a few papers appeared before him. The motion caught the man's attention, making him look curiously at the boy who flipped through the pages.
"So, Daniel Alan David Jones. Huh, you have a name of an angel." The boy said nonchalantly, still looking at the papers.
"Y-yes, that's my name." the man answered, then quickly added, "But just because you know my name, or you can make paper's appear in thin air, doesn't mean this is real! Wait that just made it even less real... Urg! anyway, I'm not dead!"
The boy looked at him for a second, as if considering something. "Fine if you don't believe me, I'll just have to show you that you are wrong."
Danny wanted to replay, but before he got the chance to the boy caught his wrist and Danny felt the ground disappear from under his feet.