Ah, this chapter was very slow paced. The reason why I haven't updated is because I've been trying to sort some troubles at home. Unfortunately, updates will be slow, as I figure my thoughts, and read everything over. Thanks again to Pinkiedoll for being my beta reader. (Go check out her stories, they are my inspiration.)

The cover image may give you an idea of who I've picked. Everything written about the character, "Vale" Is taken from real life events. Yes, I almost got hit by a car. The typical cliche has yet to kill me, though. Enjoy!

"So where are we, really?"

I inquired, blinking a few times. Alo had then breathed heavily, and with a snap of his fingers-

what is he, a magician?

I decided in my mind that he was, but the thought was stopped when I soon realized that I was still blinded by some unyielding force, I need to see.- he began to speak again.

"Well, you're in some kind of oblivion, there is no Limbo, nor heaven or hell, or whatever you humans call it. You've been in here for quite sometime. Too heavy of a sleeper, I'd say."

Alo spoke as if it was my fault. Yep, he's still an ass.

I was pushed forward, to move, my legs felt odd and it was as if I were walking through water. I heard the sound of something behind me, something like a door, it clicked.

I bit my lip and folded my arms, hesitating, and soon I blurted out a question without much thought.

"How long?"

The self proclaimed guide mumbled a quiet response, almost inaudible, as if he were walking away. I instantly continued forward, unbeknownst to my surroundings.

"Two years." I scratched my cheek in thought, biting my lip harder this time.

"Interesting. I suppose people would have forgotten me by now, right? They always do that. Hey, can you let me see? The dark is getting awfully annoying." The thought of being stuck in oblivion for two years, made me feel odd, it wasn't fear, it was a churning feeling. The thought of my soul going somewhere by now, was in question, although I'm not sure where it would go, exactly.

"Alright, let there be light." Alo chuckled, as I closed my eyes. The whole event made me think of the Wizard Of Oz, and I made sure not to mutter a mantra of 'There's no place like home.' I breathed in sharply, fluttering my eyes open, but I felt my breath get stuck inside my lungs as I took in the view in front of me.

Oblivion wasn't what I'd thought it to be, like an endless mound of sable hues or obscure twists in colour. But surprise surprise, oblivion was the exact opposite. The place had a very nice home feel, something my actual home didn't usually have, when times were dire(those times came frequently.)

The room was filled with soft colours, ones that could lull you to sleep, or calm you, the soft oranges and yellows were what made the whole room feel mellow.

I turned to where I heard Alo last, instantly curving my mouth into a smile when I spotted him, only a few inches away to where I was standing, peculiarly absent minded. Since there were no other life forms in view, I could only guess it was him.

"Hey you, guide. Are you Alo?" I enquired, nudging his side with my elbow, making him blink out of his trance. The man nodded, moving his hands into his pants as he slowly walked on.

The most prominent thing that Alo had was his unruly chocolate-brown hair. It was short- did he cut it himself?- but it was everywhere, not even combed back, nor combed at all, actually. It looked soft, his small tufts of hair made me want to reach out and touch it, but that's weird.

"You're thinking about something weird, aren't you? Stop eyeing me like that." Opposite to what he asked me to do, I looked him over once more. Alo's eyes were pools of green, the light in the room made them glint, I didn't stare too long, for fear of being lost within them, but the colour is oh so pretty.

My eyes flitted down to his clothing. His attire was made up of a white simple suit, with a tucked in, solid charcoal coloured tie, and white dress pants.

"He's an ass, but a good looking ass." I muttered under my breath, stepping slowly into the room, which oddly looked like a lounge. There was a desk, and said desk had a woman behind it, typing away on some kind of computer without a care, huh, surprising.

The floor creaked slightly as I walked closer to the lady, who didn't acknowledge either of our presences. Alo moved to the desk, tapping the desk a few times before the lady looked up from her screen, with an arched eyebrow. Her turtle neck was a contrasting black, against the soft coloured hues of the room. She held a frown, her ruffled dark hair and tired eyes, made her appearance dishevelled.

"Oh it's you. No-name. You managed to find a wandering soul, huh? Took you long enough."

Alo furrowed his brows, leaning over the tall counter, peeking over to see what was displayed on the woman's screen. Her expression was an apparent distaste, though I was unsure as to what was the cause.

"Wh- Move your head, you idiot!" Her hand came up from the keyboard, pushing his head back up in annoyance.

"Ouch, way to be rough, Lariat. I haven't seen you in years, and this is what you give me?" Alo leaned his arms onto the counter, folding his hands under his chin in a mock-endearing way.

I swear I could of seen a blush forming on the woman's face, as she turned away from Alo, and towards me.

"I'll need your name, date of birth, and reason of death. After that, No-name-"

"His name is Alo." I quickly added, pausing her from the explanation.

"- can lead you toward your new home." I perked up, New home? I wonder if this home would be better than mine.- But any home would be better than the one I lived in. I corrected my thinking, and nodded, looking down at the information sheet that was given my way, and started to write.