"Hold on , there's something you should hear…" How badly Mimi wanted to hear Roger's desperate and caring voice, but those were the last words she comprehended before she felt herself slipping away. She could still hear Roger's quiet melody, teeming with love, but everything else was going out of focus. She felt tired, but warm and content. Everything was becoming illuminated by a soft white light. However, when things became clear again, Mimi was in a different place, still transfixed by the tune.
Where was she? It looked like…a tunnel - white and empty. She stood under the gently sloping roof and looked down the seemingly endless corridor, where a bright light was shining; if only she could get there…
Mimi tried to run through the tunnel, but found that she couldn't move. Was she dead? No, she wasn't gone--she knew she was somewhere.
As she looked down, she noticed that her clothes had changed. She was now wearing a sparkling, dazzling, white gown, which was just brushing the equally brilliant floor. Her usually wild brown curls had been pulled back into an elegant up do. She was standing, barefoot, on a small square, which must have been the only thing in the entire tunnel that wasn't white. In fact, it was roughly the color of a night sky, complete with tiny silver stars. She soon realized that she, Mimi, would never move; this square would move her.
All of a sudden, the square rushed forward, along with Mimi. A cool wind caressed her face. As abruptly as it had started, the square came to a halt and turned so that Mimi was facing the left side of the tunnel, rather than towards the light.
Something like a movie screen appeared on the wall, and began to show what looked like a fuzzy, un-professional home video. There were no words, only Roger's song playing quietly, but steadily in the background. Curiously, Mimi stared at the screen; she gasped (and tried to move away, but the square would not allow it) when she realized that this movie was showing.
Author's Note: I have a feeling these chapters are going to be rather short. They look a lot longer in my giant handwriting…
