Author's Note: The idea for this drabble came from George's comment about plumbing in episode 2.08. The characters referenced are not mine, however any and all mistakes are mine and mine alone.
She never expected the afterlife to have leaky pipes.
Drip. Drip. But there it was.
She liked it. That little slice of normalcy. She was dead and waiting in administrative purgatory for something (not a nice something) to happen. Still she smiled. Bad plumbing was good for that, strangely enough.
Maybe it should've evoked memories of thongs, death, and murder. But no. In her mind she saw laughing eyes. She heard an outraged squeak at water that would not come. The drip of purgatory's plumbing reminded her of a pink house, two boys, and a dream.
That gave her hope.