"Where are I?"

"You're in Limbo."

"I'm dead? That bastard ZIM killed me! But... but that doesn't explain who you are."

"You can call me Ankou. I am Death."

Dib looked around at the misty surroundings. It was hard to make out any discernible details, but he knew one thing - he had to get out of here somehow, or else Earth was screwed.

"Say, don't I get a chance to play some sort of game in order to come back to life?"

Ankou put a bony hand to... his forehead? Dib wasn't sure, but the skeleton man looked rather put out.

"I was hoping people had forgotten about that. But still," he dropped his hand back to his side, "We don't do the game bit anymore. We kept losing people who wanted to come back, and it was really starting to mess up the balance."

"But I HAVE to go back! A horrible alien is going to take over Earth and I have to stop him! I'm the only one who knows!"

Ankou paused in thought before speaking, "Well... conquests do tend to get things muddled until we figure out where to send all the dead... I won't get into the details, because it would get too confusing. Anyways, I suppose you can go back."

"Yes!"

"But you must choose somebody else to take your place... and no, it can't be the alien."

"I have to kill somebody?" Dib was horrified.

"Well, not exactly. You just have to say the word and everything else will fall into place."

"But still..."

"Those are the rules. Take them or leave them."

"OK," Dib sighed, "I'll do it."