"Alex!" The exuberant South Carolinian who had died tragically young rushed towards Hamilton and embraced him ferociously. "I've been waiting so long… but not long enough."
"John," Alexander said breathlessly, pulling back to take in the sight. "You haven't changed at all. You - you're just like I remember you."
"Of course I am. This is heaven, silly," John said.
"Have you been lonely?" Alexander asked.
John shook his head. "I came here with every black soldier who died for our cause," he said. "Their cause, really. They got their freedom, but not in the way we'd hoped."
"Someday," Alexander said, putting a hand on John's shoulder. "Someday slavery will end in this country. And we will have helped make it happen."
"I told you that Aaron Burr was bad news," John grumbled. "When he dies, I'm going to kill him."
"You should have waited," Alexander said. "To meet my son. I was going to make you his godfather."
"Alex, I never met my own daughter," John said. "What makes you think I have time to meet other people's kids?"
"He was so like you," Alexander said. Suddenly something occurred to him. "Have - have you seen him?!"
"Course I've seen him," John said. "I can take you to him now if you want."
"Yes," said Alexander eagerly. "Yes, please."