A/N: um… this chapter is a little shorter than the rest. I'm sorry! They get longer, really they do!!!!!!!!!

GREG

"Graycee, what do you know about Heaven other than this gold wall stuff?" Andy asked.

"The impure can't enter," she said, looking at me.

"What else?"

She thought. "I don't know. Their bodies aren't their bodies on earth because Got makes them new ones. There are many rooms… wait! I know!"

"What do you know?" Scot demanded immediately.

"There's no sun because God is the sun, and no temple because He is the temple."

"So?" I asked. "That does what for us?" It didn't really explain much, and we needed answers. I was kind of mad at her for making us thing she knew something useful.

"People can be born here," Andy said. "According to that girl. So this "perfected one" was born here?"

CORRECT.

A voice boomed inside my head. It was weird, because I didn't hear it with my ears. I heard it with… my head? I don't know how to explain it. Kind of like you think it, but not really.

"That was weird," Graycee said.

"Really, Einstein?" I asked sarcastically.

"We don't need that," Andy said to me. "We're a team, we need to work together. And not be morons to each other."

"Shut up," I snapped. Waking up in an alternate universe wasn't good for my attitude.

"OK, so let's think. Everyone's perfect here. And this person questions tradition, so-"

"Sin!" Andy said. "No one here can sin. This person questioned, God, and they sent her to earth!"

CORRECT.

"Disguised as one of their own," I continued. "So no one would suspect anything about a kid that appeared out of nowhere."

"Born again," Graycee said.

"Ania! This person must be Ania, and now her past is catching up to her," Scot said. "That's why she's running from… something. And pulled us along with her in her wake."

"She's probably running from the Big Cheese of this Heaven place," I said.

"Ania is running from God!" Graycee stated triumphantly.

CORRECT.

"Will you quit that?" I asked no one in particular. Then Cecelia came back out.

"You are all very smart," she said. "You will need this wisdom if you hope to find your friend. I leave you with-"

"Hang on a sec," Andy said. "Ania isn't human?"

"No. Not originally, but then God made her human."

"But she is!" Graycee said. "She has parents just like everyone else. I know them! They're mine, too!"

"She was sent back."

I looked at her hard. Studied her. How could this all be real? True? I mean, let's review the facts- the grass is greener than physically possible, the ground is flatter than your school desk, there's no sun yet it's even brighter than a hot summer day, and a chick who was born just like everyone else in North America (to my knowledge) is really from a place where everyone talks like Yoda. Weird? Yes. True? I hope not.

"What do you mean "sent back"?" I asked.

"Sent to earth. If you want me to give you the story, I will."

"Yes," Scot said. "A story would be nice, especially if it'll clear some things up."

Then, the world wasn't the world anymore. The insanely flat plains, no sun, green grass, all of it went away and we were standing inside the city. But it wasn't nearly as cool as it looked from the outside.

"This is not what it really looks like," Cecelia told us, as if reading my thoughts. "I am not allowed to reveal the Glory of Heaven to you."

"It's fake?" Andy asked.

Cecelia nodded. "You could call it a hologram. This-" she pointed to a baby girl being held by, I assumed, her mother, "is Ania."

Girls might call her cute, but me myself? I'm not a big baby person. She was wrapped in a blue blanket, which was the first thing I noticed.

"Why is she in blue?" I asked. "Isn't blue for guys?"

Cecelia turned to me. "Do you know why boys were wrapped in blue and girls in pink?" she asked.

"Uh… pink is femmie?"

Andy spoke up. "Because blue was for protection, and pink was a sign of uncaring. People valued boys more than girls a long time ago, and now the colors just stuck."

"Sexists," Scot muttered.

Cecelia nodded to Andy. "Yes. Here, we ask God to guide and protect us all, boys and girls."

"Whatever," I muttered.

The mom and kid left, and then a girl- probably about 12- walked in front of us. I don't think anyone could see or hear us because no one paid us any attention.

"This is Ania at 29."

"Woah!" I said. "Doesn't age much, does she?"

"How can you do this?" Ania asked some other girl. "Forcing people to believe what you want them to! It's sick!"

The girl stared at Ania, hurt in her eyes. I almost felt bad for her, but then I reminded myself that this was all just one big hologram. "Ania, how could you say that? We love you. Here… God provides for us. In return, we teach our children to fear and love Him."

"It isn't fair," Ania insisted.

"You know we cannot have nonbelievers here, otherwise Satan is present. Council!"

A bunch of people in white robes came up. "Ania," they said. "You must leave."

"No," Ania said defiantly. "I will not."

"You do not have a choice. God sent us here to bring you to earth. You will be born again so that no one questions your coming."

"I'm having an Ebinezar Scrooge moment," I muttered.

"I will NOT be a CHILD!" she spat. Wham. She was gone. Just like that.